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lovelyxenofan · 2 years ago

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I'm making a love story for Valentine's day, because I am very bored and I wanted to make one for fun.

QUICK NOTE: I'll be using my old OCS from 2021 (Only some of them that will fit well within the story) and even my newer ones from 2022.

OCS from 2021 that will be in the love story by memory: Calvin, Oreo, Reefer, Molly the clown (I don't remember what her actual name was), Hippity and Snowball. That's it.

OCS from 2022 that will be in the love story by memory: Piker, Lucia the rabbit, and BIRTHDAY.mp4.

With that outta the way, let's begin with the romance!

*It was a lovely day of February, the most romantic month of every year (Well it's not always the most romantic, but you get the gist of it). And everyone was getting ready to go treat their soulmate for the whole month. Some people had roommates, some were polyamorus, other were just boys being boys, and then you have people like Snowball. He was a gentle free car shop owner who likes romance games, but not actual dating. He was just a normal person like anyone else. But would rather hang out with friends on Valentine's day and work on cars as a hobby.*

*Snowball's best friend, "Hippity", walked on the sidewalk next to him, as they was taking their social friend to a Valentine's day party that one of they're friends is hosting tonight. While Snowball, as always, didn't care for it.* "C'mon Snowball! What's with the long face? We'll be late to the party if we don't get there on time. All of our friends are going to be there dude!" *They said to Snowball in a energetic way, as they were jogging down the sidewalk and jogs back infront of Snowball happily. Snowball made a huge sigh as he frowned upon Hippity.* "Yes, I know Hippity. You've been telling me that since this morning. Can you please just give it a rest already. We won't be late, I'm sure of it." *He said to Hippity, as they looked at Snowball with some concern in their eyes.* "Are you still upset that the money jar was stolen during your dealership last week?" *They said to Snowball, as he was looking frustrated about the theft at the dealership.* "UGH, Nevermind that Hippity. Let's just go to the stupid party and leave. We're almost there anyway." **He said to Hippity in a bad mood, as Hippity stopped jogging and walk next to Snowball on the sidewalk again, and went to the house where the Valentine's day party was being hosted.*

*Timeskip to 3 hours later. All of the host's friends had made it to his party. Including a couple of guests. Everyone was drinking, partying in the living room, playing some Valentine's day party games, Reefer was in the pool with his best friend Riley, and some of the guests brought their lovers with them to give them a romantic evening. And out of the crowd, was the main host himself, "Oreo the bunny". He planned the whole two weeks to setup his party for his friends and the guests with Molly being hired as the Valentine's day Clown, while BIRTHDAY.mp4 was in charge of the desserts, and everyone was loving it! He even noticed that Hippity and Snowball showed up as well. So he lets them enjoy themselves, while all of the sudden, he heard a huge knock on his big brother's door.*

"Oh! That must be Caramel Bon Bon! I wonder if my bf brought any treats with him? Ooooooo! I'm so excited! *He said in excitement while wearing his white suit, as he walks towards the front door, then unlocks the door and opens it up to see that it wasn't his boyfriend Caramel Bon Bon, but it was a tall, thick creme yellow care bear cousin who was wearing a beautiful shirt top with a flower crown on her head, and a skirt with some black leather leggings on her thighs. She looks down at the bunny with a joyful expression on her face.* "Why hello there sir! Is this the big Valentine's day party that I've heard so much about?" *She asked Oreo kindly as he had no idea that a care bear cousin would come over to his party.*

"Oh! Well yes it is ma'am. Have you come over here to join us?" "Oh ho, No dear. I just wanted to get some snacks for my boyfriend. He hates huge crowds. Do you happen to have any cupcakes or something else that's sweet in your party?" *She asked nicely to Oreo, as he was interested in the care bear cousin's offer* "Oh! Of course I do ma'am. In fact, I can go get you a box of cupcakes for your date. I think you would love that." *He said generously to the care bear cousin, as she smiles very sweetly at Oreo in satisfaction* "Well that would be delightful young man. I'll take a box of carrot cake cupcakes to go! And just call me by my name, Lucia."

*Two hours later after the meetup with Oreo, Lucia drove all the way to the location of teletubby land on her cloud cycle. No one knows where it was except for Lucia. She parks it up in the driveway of someone's house, picks up the key that was hidden in the bushes, then she unlocks the door and goes inside of the house while she closes the door behind her quietly. Lucia noticed that all the lights were turned off. Lucia walks around the living room, wondering where her boyfriend is* "Hello? Baby are you still here? I bought you some gifts for our date today..."

*At first, Lucia thought that her boyfriend wasn't home at the moment, until she saw something red on the stairs. She went to go see what it was, and it was a bunch of red rose petals. She was very surprised to see a bunch of red rose petals on the stairs, and they were leading all the way upstairs, so Lucia went up to stairs to investigate. Then when she got there, the red rose petals lead a trail to the bedroom door. So Lucia opened up the door, and was very amazed by what she saw. There were giant decorations hanging on the ceiling, red rose petals on the carpet and on the king size bed, and even a large size pink and green pony plushie with a red letter attached to it. Lucia walks over to the pony plushie, and opens up the letter to read a written piece of paper.*

And the letter said: Dear Lucia, I wanted to thank you for being there when I needed someone the most. You were the light to my darkness after my life went to shit. Well, at least not all of it was bad. I had a great time living with you as my roommate for the next few years. You shine bright like a diamond, your the beauty of my beast, and the love of my life. I hope that you enjoy your next present coming your way.

Sincerely yours, Calvin Webs

*Lucia was so emotionally attached by the letter that Calvin wrote just for her, she started to cry a little bit, while she didn't realize that Calvin walked into the bedroom and was about to surprise her in his prom suit, until he noticed that Lucia was crying. So he decided to speak with Lucia to break his silence.* "L-Lucia? Are you okay hunny? Was my love letter too personal for you?"

**Lucia gasps in shock and covered her mouth with her left hand, as she quickly turned around to see Calvin looking at her with a very concerned look on his face while in his prom suit.** "C-Calvin? You did all of this yourself? You wrote this letter...for me?"

*Calvin then took a deep breath in and out, and told Lucia the truth* "Yes, I did all of this Lucia. I did this for you. I wanted to make Valentine's day very special for us because I care about you so god damn much. I know that you don't want that many gifts, but I bought them because I love you-"

*Before Calvin could finished his sentence, Lucia immediately went to go give him a big emotional hug tightly, as she was crying happily at him*

"Oh Calvin, I always loved how sincere you are with your confessions...And I love you too."

*She said to Calvin in honesty, as he gives Lucia a big hug back in his arms, then the two giants stared at each other emotionally in their eyes, and went for a huge kiss on the lips. This will go down as one of the best dates that Lucia and Calvin will ever have.*

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skieswords · 4 years ago

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Sorry For The Wait {Charlie Gillespie x OC}

Summary: Alex is a lowkey youtuber, known for funny vlogs of her just existing. She’s avoided the relationship question for the longest time, but has decided it’s time to come clean to her followers.

Warning: Fluff, swearing, mention of alcohol, and sexual innuendo cause I’m incapable of writing anything without it.

Alex was wandering round the kitchen, in his old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts that really didn’t cover much. She hummed an undistinguishable melody under her breath as she went about making her morning coffee, dancing to the song in her head. Charlie grinned from his position in the doorframe, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched his girlfriend be her usual dorky self. She spun round suddenly, feeling eyes on her. “Oh, morning Char, when did you get back?” Charlie laughed under his breath and uncrossed his arms, stepping towards her and pulling her into his chest. “It’s not exactly morning, is it.” He nodded towards the clock on the oven that read 13.47, sighing when she shrugged and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping away to pick up her coffee cup. “It’s my morning.” Charlie rolled his eyes but nodded, helping himself to a banana from the fruit bowl, and leaning against the counter. Alex jumped onto the counter opposite, and swung her legs, sipping happily. Sitting there looking absolutely content, in his clothes and drinking her coffee, Charlie felt his heart swell. “I wanna go public.” He blurted it out, rather unexpectedly, for both parties. His eyes widened as he realised what he’d said, and looked down to his boots, still caked with mud from that morning’s not so sunny hike. “Didn’t we agree you’d stop wearing boots in the house? You hate vaccuming.” She jumped off the counter and made her way towards him, wrapping her arms around him and setting her coffee down on the countertop, resting her chin on his chest. He looked down at her with a soft smile, her blue eyes bearing into his hazel ones. “If you’re up for it, I’m down.” She smiled up at him, her voice soft and slightly excited. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and let his hand wrap around her waist, fingers drawing light patterns on her spine. “Yes please. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” Alex grinned and kissed along his jaw, until pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Okay. When?” She broke away from him and unwrapped some toaster waffles, pushing down the button on the toaster before making her way back into his arms. “Today. Fuck it, let’s do it now.” She raised her eyebrows at him, and fiddled with his chain nervously. “Have you checked with Kenny? Didn’t he say-” Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, Kenny gave me the all clear like 2 months ago. I just wasn’t sure if you were okay with it.” Alex rolled her eyes, and patted his head jokingly, stretching like a cat and moaning happily when her back cracked loudly. “Of course I am. Dude do you know how many videos I’ve got planned for when people know about us?” Charlie laughed and stood up properly, kicking his shoes off and frowning slightly at the mud that scattered the floor as he did. “Great, let’s get them all filmed. Go get changed though, I’m not taking you on live in them.” He indicated her shorts, reaching a hand round to grab her ass. “Hey, they’re not that bad.” Charlie raised his eyebrows at her, and pointed to the doorway. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a bra and you can’t make me.” He rolled his eyes and smirked, pulling his phone out and walking through to the living room, stopping outside their bedroom door and watching as she pulled her shorts down. He bit his lip and caught her eye, shooting her a wink, before settling onto the sofa, setting his phone up on the tripod.

“Hellooo, people. Okay, so I’ll just let some people file in. Sheesh, how many of you are there? That’s like 4000 already and it’s been like 10 seconds. Okay just a few more... Great. Hi everyone, uh, this is just a quick one to answer a question a lot of people have been asking me since the show came out. Before I do, I just want to say you guys know how much I love you, and how grateful I am for all the support, but I really need you guys to respect me with this. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I’ve only held off because I was waiting for someone to agree.”

From behind the camera, Alex emerged from their bedroom, her hair freed from it’s bun and falling around her shoulders as she fidgeted. She was nervous, having only been in front of an online audience of a couple thousand before, and she’d never been exposed to Charlie’s followers. They read the comments on his posts together sometimes, and she often stalked fan pages when she was bored and he was out hiking. The girls were crazy about him. Understandably of course, the man was gorgeous, and talented, and funny, and a million other things that had indeed made her fall in love with him in the first place. Kenny had asked that cast members (besides Jeremy, who already had a very public fiancée) to keep any relationships on the downlow, in order to keep the guys sex appeal up to fans. Alex had agreed, knowing it would help the show sell, and had deleted the few posts of Charlie on her instagram profile. None of them really made it look like they were in a relationship, and they were mostly group shots anyway, taken on day trips to Newfoundland, or on the beach with other friends. So her own followers, besides her close friends and family, had no idea she was even in a relationship. Still, it wasn’t fair to tease his fans, so she’d removed the posts all the same. Thinking of her instagram, she pulled her own phone out and took a picture of herself in the living room mirror with her tongue out, captioning it ‘head over to @charles_gillespie for an exciting announcement!’ before leaving her phone on the sidetable and grabbing her coffee from the kitchen.

“Okay, so we’ve waited like 3 years or something to do this. Guys, this is Alex. My girlfriend.” Alex walked into the frame and took a seat next to Charlie, avoiding eye contact with the camera. She wasn’t camera shy- she was a youtuber, it was second nature to her. But a bunch of batshit crazy fangirls? Terrifying. Charlie slipped an arm around her shoulders and made a show of bringing their heads together, plastering a silly grin on his face. His smile was infectious, and Alex mirrored it, sipping her coffee carefully before setting it down next to wear Charlie’s foot sat on the coffee table. “Knock that over and I’m kicking you out.” He laughed and kissed her hair, leaning forward to read the comments.

“OMG, it’s @alexmvlogsz!”

“I knew it, there are old photos of the two of them everywhere.”

“It won’t be serious, they’ve probs only just got together.”

“She’s defo with him for the fame.”

“He’s too hot for her.”

“I’m so here for this!”

Alex noticed Charlie’s frown and leant forward, reading them over his shoulder. “Ha, you guys are funny. Yes, hi it’s me, Alex. Yes, there are a lot of photos of us going around. Yuh okay you’re wrong, been together for like 4 years now I think? Also, we started dating while I had more followers than Charlie. So, uh go follow me because I’m cooler than him. Oh you are so right, he’s way too hot for me. And we are also here for this!” Charlie looked at her with an adoring smile, kissing her head again and pulling her into his side. “She’s hotter than me, actually. Anyways, this is Alex, love of my life. Just thought I’d share that with you guys.” Alex waved and laughed as a storm of comments came through, a combination of support and hate. “Okay, I’m gonna end it there. Bye y’all.” Charlie clicked the end button and collapsed back onto the sofa, frowning slightly. “People are so mean. Why can’t they just accept that I love you?” Alex shrugged and kissed him, moving to straddle his lap. “They will in time. But half of them are in love with you, they don’t want to accept it. It’s fine though, I’m used to it, don’t worry.” Charlie grumbled under his breath, leaning forward to rest his head against her chest. “Hey, while their all still on their phones, do me a favour and put a question box on your story for a Q&A video?” Charlie nodded and grabbed his phone from behind her, keeping one hand on her back so she didn’t fall. Alex yelped as he stood up, automatically wrapping her legs round his waist, and her arms round his neck. “What the fuck Charlie?” He laughed and wandered over to the same mirror Alex had taken her selfie in a few minutes earlier, holding up his phone and taking a photo of them. “For the story. I can post photos of you now, thank god.” Alex held on, resting her head on his shoulder as he typed behind her back, before tossing his phone onto the sofa and grinning at her. She raised her head and looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Are you going to put me down now?” Charlie shook his head and walked towards the bathroom, arms wrapped around her. “I need a shower, and you’re joining me. “ Alex laughed but let him carry her, kissing along his jawline with a happy smile.

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Hair soaking wet and faces flushed, they collapsed into bed side by side, Alex resting her head on Charlie’s chest. “I have an idea.” Charlie looked down at her, and ran his fingers through the damp strands of hair. “We should call Owen over. We’ll do a Q and A, but he has to read out the questions, and if we try to answer wrong or something, he can reveal the truth. Plus he can throw in his opinions, and it’ll be funny.” Charlie laughed softly, and nodded, reaching over to his nightstand to grab his phone. He clicked on Owen’s contact, and facetimed him, pulling the duvet up to cover Alex just in time. “I didn’t mean ask him right now. But okay.” Owen picked up, and grinned into the camera as he saw Charlie. “Hey, I’m just heading out to do some stuff but I can speak to you in the car. What’s up?” Charlie didn’t speak, simply angling the camera so that Owen could see them both, Alex’s red cheeks standing out against the white of the duvet cover pulled up to her shoulders. His face fell when he took in her appearance, groaning and pulling his hat over his face. “Look, Charlie, I love you, and I tolerate you Alex, but I saw enough of this in Vancouver. Seriously man, she has no clothes on.” Charlie nodded, and smirked. “Yuh, and she’s staying like that for the rest of the day. Anway, she wants to talk to you.” He handed the phone to Alex and sat up, reaching over to grab Alex’s phone from the charger. Owen rolled his eyes and sat Alex on his car stand, turning the keys in the ignition, and starting to drive. Alex made sure the sheet was tucked tightly under her arms, before moving out of Charlie’s grip, and leaning against the headboard. “Okay, so I was thinking.” Owen grunted in response and raised his eyebrows, avoiding looking at her. “Never a good thing. Just saying, if you flash me it’s not my fault, and manchild over there can’t get mad.” Charlie stuck his middle finger up at Owen, not looking up from Alex’s phone, which he was spamming with selfies. “Yeah, whatever. Anyway. I was thinking, Charlie just told all his followers we’re together- just incase you didn’t notice- and I want to do a Q & A on my channel. I think it’ll be even funnier if you ‘host’ it, and you can throw in random stories and opinions and whatever? You know us better than anyone,” Owen laughed bitterly and leaned forward, looking out his window. “Yeah, unfortunately. God, I was so happy when you went home. Okay, so when do you want to film this?” Alex looked over at Charlie and smiled seeing him scrolling through her instagram feed. “I don’t mind, when you next free?” Owen shrugged, and the familiar ticking of an indicator came through the phone. “As long as you two are fully clothed, I’ll come over on Wednesday? I have to come to LA to meet some people anyway, we can grab dinner after?” Alex nodded and watched as Charlie set her phone down, and slid down the bed, resting his head on her stomach. She ran her free hand through his hair, smiling as his eyes closed at the sensation. “Yeah that works. I’ll see if Sav wants to come too. Okay, I’ll see you then.” Owen nodded and waved at her, smiling as she flipped the camera to show Charlie. “He’s such a baby. Okay, you two go do whatever you two do. I’ll catch you later.” Charlie flipped him off once more, not lifting his head from where it rested, and Alex hung up. “You want a nap?” Charlie groaned slightly, indicating yes. “Cool, me too. Let me get the blinds.” Charlie sat up with an incredulous expression. “You woke up like an hour and a half ago woman, how are you tired already?” Alex looked at him with raised eyebrows and pulled a shirt out of their wardrobe. His shirt, to be clear. He watched as she dragged it over her head and flipped the blinds so that the room was darker, and held his arms out to her as she climbed back into their king sized bed, cuddling into his warm chest as they passed out for a couple of hours.

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“Hey guys! Most of you will already know, because we announced it a few days ago, but for those of you who don’t, today I’m introducing you to my boyfriend properly! The incredibly hot Charlie Gillespie.” Charlie waved awkwardly to the camera from his spot on the sofa, looking to Alex who was on the other side, almost 2 feet of space between them. “We figured we’d do a Q and A, so you guys sent in some questions, and well, we’re gonna answer them. Also, we have another special guest with us.” Owen appeared, and sat in between them, grinning at the camera. “Wouldn’t be a show without me. Okay so basically these two are disgustingly in love, and have been for a disgusting amount of time. Alex is using me for clout, and now you’re going to find out all of the gory details about their relationship.” Alex smacked him gently and handed him Charlie’s phone, the question response boxes all ready to read. “Okay, first question.

How long have you guys known eachother, and how did you meet? Owen looked between them, and pointed to Charlie. “I want to hear him get this wrong.” Charlie rolled his eyes and leaned forward, looking at Alex, who nodded. “Okay. We met nearly 4 years ago, when Alex moved over here for college. I was in LA that weekend, and I bumped into her in the street. We got to talking, and I ended up taking her out that night. That was pretty much it if I’m honest, nothing that exciting.” Alex scoffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulders. “Not quite. I took him out, and he fangirled the whole time. His sister had watched a few of my youtube videos, and he- and I quote- thought I was really pretty.” Charlie stuck his tongue out at her, and Owen groaned, resting his head in his hands. “We’re only one question in and I’m already sick of the both of you. Okay, next question.”

Do you guys live together, and if so where? Alex raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Most of the time we live together, yes. This is my apartment in LA, and I’d say we’re here at least 8 months of the year. But at christmas we go to New Brunswick to see Char’s family, and we go visit my family in thesummer. And sometimes I’m in New Zealand, and he’ll go on holiday with his boyfriend here.” Owen grinned and held Charlie’s hand, resting his head on his friends shoulder. Charlie leaned into him, making them appear like a very loved up couple. “Yeah, so we live together most of the time, apart from when we’re visiting friends or family, or if he’s working.” Charlie nodded and looked to Owen, who continued scrolling through boxes. “Oh my god some of these are dodgy. Jesus, look at this one!” He showed it to Alex, who burst out laughing. “Okay, I’m answering that but we’re not reading out the actual question.” She climbed to her feet and turned side on to the camera, smoothing out her t-shirt against her chest, giving a decent view of her side profile. “Whoever asked what kind of man Charlie is, I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself. He doesn’t get a choice in the matter- I only have one of the above.” Charlie read the question over Owen’s shoulder, before frowning and reaching out for Alex, pulling her onto his knee. “Shut up, you’re perfect and I love every bit of you.” He started peppering her face with kisses, laughing alongside her. Owen jumped to the other side of the sofa, grimacing. “Disgusting. Okay, next question. Ooh, this one’s juicy.”

Alex, do you and Madison get along, and have you ever been jealous of her relationship with Charlie? Owen made a show of trying not to laugh, and Alex rolled her eyes. “Mads is like a little sister to me. We get on really well, and her and Charlie’s relationship is best friends, nothing more. I mean, to be fair I’d totally adopt her if I could. Having her living with me would me pretty cool.” Charlie frowned and shook his head. “No. I’m not living with the both of you. You’d never stop singing.” Alex nodded happily. “And the only thing I’m jealous of her for is she doesn’t have to live with him. Or share a kitchen with him.” Charlie flicked her in the side of the head, kissing the afflicted area shortly after, while Owen nodded in agreement. “That brings us nicely on to the next one.”

Who’s got the worst eating habits? Owen rubbed the back of his neck and looked straight at the camera. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. Alex is worse than Charlie, folks. And you’ve seen how he eats.” Charlie pushed Alex off him and jumped up, pointing his fingers at her as he danced around in front of the camera. Alex’s jaw dropped, and she leant forward, pointing at Charlie accusingly. “He eats eggs with peanut butter. Do you know how gross that is?” Charlie grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, sinking back into his seat. “You eat ham, and peanut butter. You can’t talk.” Alex groaned and flipped him off behind Owen’s head. “Fine, what’s the next one?” Owen grinned and scrolled a bit, laughing out loud before putting the phone facedown.

Who’s most likely to get jealous? He smirked at the camera, and shared a look with Alex, who was grinning. They turned back to the camera and spoke simultaneously. “Charlie.” At his name, he groaned and grabbed a pillow, smothering his face with it. “Very much Charlie. Do you want to hear something funny? Of course you do. Owen, I’ll let you take this one.” Alex sat back, smiling smugly, while Charlie looked at her with pure betrayal written all over his face. “While we were in Vancouver last year, filming for the show, Alex here, came to stay with us for 2 months. This was the first time I’d met her, besides a few facetime calls. We got on really well, and hung out a lot on and off set, while I wasn’t filming. Our lovely Charlie, decided he was going to absolutely freak out about this, and started a fight in the middle of the freaking lot, in front of the entire cast and crew, because he thought I was after Alex.” Charlie groaned from behind the pillow, and Alex laughed. “He thought Owen was flirting with me, and yelled at him for a straight 7 minutes, while we just kinda stood there and looked at each other. I felt so bad, I took Charlie home that night and sat with him for like 3 hours, and then I took them both out for dinner the next night. It was weird.” Owen snorted and rubbed his forehead. “You did not just sit with him. I shared an apartment with you, I was in the next room.” Alex punched his arm, and leaned over to ruffle Charlie’s hair. “He’s just protective, you should see him when we go out together, he literally refuses to leave my side.” Owen nodded and smiled at Charlie’s flushed face. “He’s stupid protective of her. One of the crew members actually did flirt with her. We’re lucky the guy’s still alive.” Charlie rolled his eyes at them both and held his hands up. “I had to compete with an entire college full of guys to keep her. And I have 3 brothers. I’m used to fighting for what’s mine.” Alex smiled and stood up, pushing Owen into her spot and sitting beside him, taking Charlie’s hand. “Yeah, what he said. Next question Owen?” Owen shook his head and scrolled once more, raising his eyebrows occasionally. “Okay, this should be easy.”

Who’s the most annoying to live with? Charlie and Alex both immediately pointed to her, and Owen nodded his head. “Even just while we were in Vancouver, this girl drove me up the wall. I don’t know how Charlie does it.” Charlie smirked and rubbed his jaw. “He gets well compensated for his troubles.” Charlie shrugged and nodded, laughing at Owen’s expression. “She’s incapable of showering without leaving the entire bathroom flooded, she never does the laundry unless I phone her four times and ask her to do it, she has never touched the vaccum in her life, and the bed only gets made when she’s not living here. Not to mention she’s the messiest person in the world, and our room is literally carpeted with her- actually wait no, MY clothes, because she never wears her own stuff. Exhibit A.” Alex stood up and spun around, showing off her outfit of Charlie’s t-shirt and a pair of jeans. “He loves me for it though.” She dropped back onto the sofa, smiling as she felt Charlie’s arm slip around her waist and pull her in to his side. “Let’s do some nice ones.”

Are you guys morning people? All three of them laughed, and Alex buried her face in Charlie’s chest. “Owen, is like a late morning early afternoon person. I’m always up before 9, I like doing stuff in the mornings. I sleep in on Saturdays sometimes, or I’ll stay in bed and watch a movie with Alex. But Alex doesn’t get up unless she absolutely has to. Today she got up at like 1230 I think? And that’s early for her, and it was only after a lot of persuasion.” Alex bit her lip, remembering the persuasion Charlie had used that morning, and feeling a familiar heat take over her face. Owen pulled a face, also knowing what he meant, and gagged. “Disgusting. But yeah, I’ll second that. When she lived with us, we’d go home for lunch sometimes, or we’d have a halfday, and she’d still be sleeping. Like Charlie would go in and get her at like 4pm. And she’d wake up and go get coffee. At 4pm.” Charlie nodded, and Alex sighed, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face. “In my defense, I’m normally up pretty late. I work best at night, and I can never fall asleep before like 3 or 4am.” She shrugged, and leant on Charlie, who was blushing ever so slightly. “We know, Alex, we know. Let me give you a piece of advice, folks. See if your best mate’s girlfriend comes to stay, after 2 months of being apart? Stay away from the apartment for at least 3 days. Maybe a week. Move out if you can. They kept me up, Every. Freaking. Night. I don’t know how Charlie was able to function at 5.30 in the morning, considering he could’ve gotten like maximum an hour of sleep. He was on vocal rest for a reason.” Owen raised his eyebrows at the camera, and Alex hid her face, while Charlie puffed out his cheeks and looked around, avoiding the camera. “Moving swiftly on, what’s the next question Owen?” The blonde grinned and scrolled once more, chuckling under his breath.

What’s your guys favourite thing to do together? Owen looked at them dubiously as Alex clapped her hands, and Charlie grinned. “Besides that.” Charlie rolled his eyes and reached over to clip Owen over the ear, and Alex ducked as they play fought over the top of her. Finally breaking apart, Charlie straightened his shirt and resumed his hold on Alex. “It’s between travelling and playing. With Alex’s family in the UK, and mine in Canada, we fly around quite a lot. Besides, we both love seeing new places, and we have friends all over the place.” Alex nodded and smiled excitedly. “I can’t wait, we’re going to see Mads for her 17th birthday next week- she doesnt’t know, but I won’t post this until we’re there, so it’ll be fine. And we went to visit my dad in New Zealand last month- that was fun. We went to Hawaii, of course, with Jer and that. That was incredible.” Charlie nodded, watching with an adoring expression as his girlfriend’s face lit up, while she spoke about the places she loved so much. “Hawaii was awesome, but I gotta say, going to the UK is like wow. It’s so different over there.” Alex looked at her feet shyly, nodding slightly. “For sure, and my friends are uh, very different from our friends here.” Charlie raised his eyebrows in agreement, feeling Alex’s grip on his hand get a little tighter. “But yeah, besides travelling it’s got to be playing together. We sing together all the time, I’m pretty sure our neighbours hate us.” Alex brightened up and laughed, nodding eagerly. “Honestly, most of the time that’s what we’re doing at like 1am. I’ll get a song stuck in my head and force Charlie to play it for me. He’s so much better at guitar than I am.” Charlie shook his head and held a hand out in excitement. “Nah, see when I tell you this girl can sing, oh my GAWD. There’s a reason I fell in love with her. And she plays piano, and guitar, although I am still teaching her that. And violin!! How cool is that? She’s teaching me. So yeah, our neighbours hate us.” Owen smiled as he watched his best friends talk about each other, the love between them so obvious and real. “Okay, we’ll do like two or three more.”

Who takes longer to get ready in the morning? Instantly pointing at each other, Owen laughed, and pointed to Charlie. “100% this man. She just throws her hair up and puts on whatever he wore the day before. This man has a full haircare routine, every fricking morning. Like seriously, it’s just hair!” Alex nodded in agreement, running her hands through Charlie’s hair. “It is very nice hair though. Nah for sure, Charlie takes longer to get ready first thing, but when we’re going out, it’s me. Like out out, I mean. I’m so indecisive. In Vancouver Savannah literally nearly stabbed me cause I was taking so long.” Charlie grinned and nodded, Owen mirroring his actions. “Never ask her to go out unless you have at least 4 hours to kill. 3 hours for her to be indecisive, and then another for her to be late.” Alex grinned and tilted her head to the side. “Girls, am I right? HA. I’m funny. Okay, moving on.”

Who’s most fun on a night out? Charlie and Owen pointed to Alex simultaneously, who just shrugged and nodded. “I was raised in Scotland, so when I drink, I drink hard. Nobody could keep up with me when we went out in Vancouver. Seriously, Charlie tried and we nearly had to take him to the ER.” Charlie scoffed at this, but the blush spreading up his neck said all that needed to be said. Owen laughed at the memory, and set the phone down. “No really, it was so funny. This tiny 5′5 girl knocking back vodka like it’s water, and Charlie’s trying not to throw up in the corner after like 2. This girl’s liver is deceased.” Alex grinned and kicked her feet up on the table proudly. “Proud drinker since I was 13. Shit, this is going on the internet. Okay, forget I said that. Owen?” Owen reached out and grabbed the phone, scrolling through again.

Do you have any tattoos? Owen rolled up his sleeve and showed off the ghost drummer on his forearm, and Charlie stood up next to him, placing their ghostly characters next to each other. They pulled their shirt sleeves down, and looked to Alex, who groaned and stood up. “I have a few, but they’re pretty small.” She came up close to the camera, followed by Charlie, who helped her pull the collar of her shirt down, and swept her hair away from the nape of her neck, revealing the small outline of a triangle at the top of her spine. “I’ve got that, and then-” She pulled her top up, and showed a single word written on her ribcage, in gaelic. ‘teine’. “It says fire, in scottish gaelic. And this one.” She held her hand up to the camera, showing a daffodil on the inside of her middle finger on her right hand. “And then I have another one on my leg, but obviously can’t show that.” She settled back onto the sofa, smacking Charlie when he laughed. “It’s hardly on her leg. It’s like-” She held a hand over his mouth and smiled at Owen, asking silently for the next question. “Oh wow, okay I like this one.”

Alex, how do you get along with the JATP cast, and who’s your favourite? Owen looked at Alex expectantly, who just rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “I love them, so much. While Char was away I was constantly on the phone, and they’d just pass me around depending on who was filming. A lot of it was because Charlie was afraid I’d get lonely, but also because he was so busy that he could only grab a couple of minutes to speak to me every now and again. While I was in Vancouver, me and Owen definitely spent a lot of time together, and he showed me round the city while Charlie and Mads were doing perfect harmony shoots and stuff, which was an experience and a half. Note to self, Owen is incredibly competitive at arcade games.” Alex slipped her hand into Charlie’s as she spoke about her time with Owen, knowing he’d probably start overthinking it. “But Mads and I got super close. Like everytime the boys were filming we’d go to craft services and eat our weight in brownies. We made them a lot too, in the apartment. We literally facetime everyday. And Savannah too, oh my god I love that girl so much. She’s like my best friend. I wouldn’t have made it over there without her, she literally picked me up from the airport when someone forgot I was coming.” Charlie held his hands up in defense, and Alex rolled her eyes. “He didn’t forget I was coming, he just ‘lost track of time’. But honestly, I can’t pick a favourite, they’re like family to me.” She smiled at Owen, and leaned back against Charlie, meaning every word. “Aw. How cute. I’m the favourite. Next question. Oh wow, this is a biggie.”

Charlie, are you going to propose? Alex’s eyes widened, and she coughed, turning to look at Charlie. “Good question. It’s nearly four years. Where’s the ring, Charlieboy?” Charlie chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the sofa. “Got a while yet, got to train her up a bit better first.” Alex punched him in the arm, and he winced, rubbing it and glaring at her. “I’m joking, obviously. She’s only just 21, so we’re gonna wait a bit- but yes, I will. One day. If she doesn’t kill me with her cooking first.” Owen raised his eyebrows and brought a leg up underneath him, scrolling through the questions. Alex looked at Charlie with a pout, crossing her arms and moving away from him. “Oh my god, you’re such a child. Yes, I’m going to propose, just not now and not anytime soon! Yikes.” Alex grinned and kissed his cheek, waiting for the next question. “Right, we’ll make this the last one?” Alex and Charlie nodded, Alex tucking her legs up to her chest as she leaned back against Charlie, her head resting on his arm, which was thrown across the back of the couch.

What’s your favourite thing about each other? Alex smirked and looked Charlie up and down, winking at the camera. Charlie did something similar, his arm moving down the sofa and grabbing at her hip, making his intentions more than clear. Owen gagged, and spun round, holding his forehead in his hands and shaking his head. “Joking. I love Charlie’s passion. He gets so invested in the things he loves, and watching him speak about stuff he’s genuinely interested in and excited for is the cutest thing in the world. He gets these like sparkles in his eye, and he jumps up and down and god it’s adorable. I also like his abs. They are, in a word exquisite. Not to mention his arms.” Charlie rolled his eyes, but pressed a loving kiss to her temple. “I love how talented Alex is. There’s not really anything she can’t do. Literally, she’s musical, athletic, and she’s like stupid smart. She has a degree. From college. Like woah. And I also love when she gets super excited about something, or when she gets like really emotional- not sad, just when she’s feeling something really intensely, she starts like bouncing up and down in her seat, and clapping her hands or shaking them really fasr. It’s literally like the most adorable thing ever. And her ass. It’s pretty cool too.” Owen coughed and held a hand up. “Right well, there’s one thing she can’t do. She can’t dance. Like at all. It’s quite funny.” Charlie nodded, as did Alex. “Dancing, definitely not my forte. Also, when he says athletic, he means I played field hockey in high school and college. The most exercise I get now is when he’s hor-” Owen stood up quickly, and Charlie covered her mouth with his hand. “Okay, that’s all for this video! Hope you guys are suitably grossed out. Thanks for watching, goodbye!!!”

Owen turned off the camera, and Alex grinned before turning to Charlie, connecting her lips with his in a soft kiss. Finally being allowed to talk about her relationship was a major relief, after having to hide it for so long. “Gross, can you wait til I’m gone at least?” Alex rolled her eyes and flipped him off, climbing off the sofa. “No, cause we’re going out for dinner. Can you call Sav, baby? Let her know we’ll be like an hour?” Charlie nodded, watching her with a dazed smile as she wandered into their bedroom, already tying her long hair up out of the way for a hard session of outfit searching. “You’re in so deep with that one, man.” Owen looked at Charlie knowingly, who just shrugged and continued to smile. “What can I say. She’s the one.” Owen shook his head and rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, happy that another one of his best friends had found real love. Charlie scrolled through the contacts on Alex’s phone, clicking on Savannah’s name and raising the phone to his ear. He jumped when she picked up, holding the phone at arm’s length. “Oh my god, Sav it’s me, not Alex. She said to tell you we’re going out in a couple of hours, and to be ready to go for 7. That cool?” Savannah spoke rapidly on the other side of the line, agreeing and squealing with excitement when she heard Owen would be there. “I’ve missed you guys! Okay, see you soon!” Charlie hung up and set his girlfriend’s phone down, reaching for the remote, and turning on the TV. “Wanna watch the NHL?” Owen nodded, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, and looking at the clock on the wall. It was only half three.

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prettyyoungandbored · 5 years ago

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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Three

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)

Warning: Language, Minor Panic Attack

Taglist: @dragonballluver

Previous Chapter

“We have an issue.”

Jack closed the door behind him. Jack was a college friend of Demetria and Harvey who co-ran a moving company with his brother, Max, in Gotham. He’d been there to help Demetria move in to the one bedroom so it was a no-brainer to ask him to help her move.

Demetria looked up she loaded the last box ontop of the dolly

“What broke?” She asked, the knot in her stomach tightening.

He waved his hand reassuringly “Nothing broke. Everything is secured in the truck.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“There’s some paparazzi outside.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“It’s not a whole lot. Just like two, maybe three.”

“No it’s definitely three,” Max confirmed as he glanced from out the window.

Demetria threw her hands up as she walked over to the window, Jack trailing right behind her. The three of them watched as across the street, three men stood around with cameras in their hands.

She could think a few ways they could’ve gotten her address. One was from the Gotham Gossip, the other was someone at GCN tipped off the Gotham Times who also tipped off some other publication.

“Should I call the cops?” Demetria asked.

“Yeah, that’s gonna go over real well,” Max snorted.

“Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“Just keep going and ignore them, I guess,” Jack shrugged. “Best you can do.”

She closed her eyes. “I thought I had more time before I had to deal with this.”

“Can you call Bruce?” Jack asked.

She shook her head. “He’s at work.” She stepped back. “We’ve got these boxes left and then it’s over.”

She began rolling the dolly when Max stopped her. “Let us do that.”

“And have them catch me empty handed? Not a chance.”

“Fair enough.”

She quickly went into her purse, grabbing her keys and iPod with earphones wrapped around it. She shoved the iPod in her back pocket. “Here’s the plan. Jack, give the keys to Mrs. O’Neill. She’s in the room 301. Tell her I say ‘thanks for everything.’ Max, take one last look around and make sure nothing is getting left behind, alright? I’ll meet you two in the truck.”

Both men nodded their heads. She grabbed her purse and swung it over her shoulder, She rolled the dolly out into the hallway and into the elevator.

Upon getting inside, she let out a deep sigh and rubbed her temple. She could feel her throat closing in and chest tightening, a sign she needed to do her breathing exercises. She inhaled slowly, holding it in for seven seconds before breathing out.

She knew she would eventually have to deal with it when Bruce wouldn’t be around, but as she’d said, she thought she had time. Either way, she’d had to deal with it and it looked like today was the day to begin doing so.

She put her earbuds in as Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chains” filled her ears.

The doors opened and she rolled the dolly out into the lobby, watching the men across the street watch her moves. She inhaled and exhaled slowly.

“Here goes nothing,” she mumbled.

She opened the door with one hand and pushed the the dolly with the other. The men hurried across street, their cameras flashing her as they stood on the street.

She kept her eyes on the truck and even with the pounding of Mick Fleetwood’s drums and Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nick’s powerful vocals, she could still hear the men yelling at her.

“Demetria, where’s Bruce?”

“Demetria are you moving in with Bruce?”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Give us a smile!”

“Demetria is it true you dated Harvey Dent prior to being with Bruce?”

She pulled her lips back, mentally reminding herself that responding to them would only make things worse.

She rolled the dolly into the back of the truck, setting her purse down before unloading the boxes. She knew they were there, watching her unloading, and photographing her from behind. While her throat really started closing in, she continued to breathe. She then put the empty dolly up against a box before grabbing her purse and going down the ramp. She kept her head down as she made her way into the driver’s area of the truck.

Closing the door, she could still see them photographing her from in front of the car. She kept her eyes down as she pulled out her phone and began texting Bruce.

Heading to the mansion in a bit. There’s paparazzi outside my place but everything is fine.

She leaned her head back, continuing her breathing exercises when her phone buzzed. She looked down to find it a text from Bruce.

Are you alright? Are you safe?

I’m fine. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.

Jack and Max got into the driver’s area with Jack at the wheel and Max right beside Demetria so she was in the middle.

“Vans all closed up and everything is good,” Jack said. “Let’s move out.”

The paparazzi moved off to the side as the van pulled forward before driving off.

“How much do either of you want to bet that I’m going to be criticized for not wearing a seatbelt?” Demetria brought up.

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As they loaded boxes into the storage area of Wayne Manor, Demetria kept looking over to see the mansion.

It was still being fixed, with certain areas built and ready, while others were covered in tarp.

Bruce had shown her photos of what it looked like prior to the fire. For a mansion, it wasn’t overly designed, but rather cozy and the kind of place a kid would be lucky to call home. She’d hope that when it would finally be rebuilt that it would look exactly how it did. Knowing Bruce’s attachment to the house, it probably would.

“So this is where you’ll be?” Max asked.

“Yep,” she responded popping the “p”. “We’re moving in the second it’s ready.”

“I remember when this place burned down,” Jack said. “Real shame. But I heard Wayne’s all cozy and whatnot in his penthouse.”

Demetria shrugged. “It’s just an apartment.”

“Yeah with a helicopter pad,” Max snorted.

Bruce’s wealth was a big topic of discussion that Demetria’s mother and older brother would bring up with her and it made her sick to her stomach. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Demetria, can I ask you something?” Jack brought up, as he set down a box. “Are you...are you two planning on having a prenup?” She cocked her head back. “Excuse me?”

Jack and Max exchanged looks. “Look, I know he’s your fiancé,” Jack began, “but I mean, the guy is known for having a new girlfriend each month.”

“Hell, sometimes it’s weekly thing,” Max chimed in.

Demetria folded her arms across her chest, anger boiling up inside. “What’s your point?”

Jack sighed. “Look, don’t get defensive...”

“Jack, what is your point?”

He eyed Max. “I just wanna make sure you’re taken care of incase he hurts you or...you know...”

“I’m fine,” she retorted. “Our relationship is fine. I’m aware of who he’s been with, but it’s not like that. If everyone stopped believing in this idea they conjured up about him based on the bullshit gossip magazines write about him, they’d see he’s actually kind and smart and thoughtful. Yea, he dated and slept around, but like you guys haven’t?”

She turned to Max. “I couldn’t even keep up with your count after sophomore year.”

She turned to Jack. “You know the lengths he went to to keep our relationship a secret so that not only I could keep my job, but that he would protect me from get hounded by the fucking press every night? If he wanted to leave, he could’ve. I gave him every chance to, but he refused. Thank you for you concern, but we’re gonna be just fine.”

She walked away leaving Jack and Max alone.

Her phone vibrated as she made her way back to the van. She pulled it out to find a text message from Bruce.

I love you too. More than anything. I can’t wait til’ you’re all mine.

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Hours later, Demetria entered the Wayne Enterprises building. She made her way to the front desk and by the time she opened her mouth to speak, the woman at the desk beat her to the punch.

“He’s on the 24th floor. Top of the building. ”

She gave the woman a nod. “Thanks.”

She made her way into the elevator and pressed the button. She was thankful to have the elevator to herself when a man with balding, blonde hair rushed in. She gave him a friendly smile and watched as she reached over and pressed the button with ‘18′ on it.

She could feel his eyes on her and she adjusted her purse on her shoulder, keeping her eyes in front of her.

“You’re Bruce Wayne’s fiancé, right?” he spoke up.

She looked over and gave him a small, but friendly smile. “Yeah, I am.”

“Coleman Reese. I’m the mergers and acquisitions law accountant.” “Nice to meet you.”

She looked away but could still feel his eyes on her. She began playing with the engagement ring, hoping he’d take a hint.

“Wayne really shelled out big ones for the ring, huh?” he spoke up.

She laughed nervously, shrugging. “I wouldn’t know.”

She pulled back her lips, wondering why his eyes wouldn’t leave hers. At this point she couldn’t tell if he was just weird, nosy, attempting to make a move, or just trying to make conversation. Either way, she hoped it would end soon.

“You worked for Gotham City News, right?” he asked.

Jesus Christ, dude, she thought to herself.

“Uh, yea, I did.”

“Just out of curiosity, did any one there ever do some digging on the identity of the Batman?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, holding her in her urge to ask him why the fuck he was asking her this. “I...I’m not entirely sure. I was just a junior talent booker there. I wasn’t involved with the stories reporters worked on.”

The elevators doors then opened, her heart leaping with excitement. Coleman gave her a disappointed, but kind nod as he left. “Nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” she responded.

The second the doors closed, she mumbled, “The fuck was that?”

Reaching the 24th floor, Demetria got off the elevator and wandered around looking for Bruce’s office when she heard someone say, “Miss Gallagher, I presume?”

She turned around to see a gentleman with grey hair and a warm smile approach her. She recognized him as Lucius Fox, Wayne Enterprises’ CEO.

“Lucius, hi! I’ve heard so much about you,” Demetria remarked, holding out her hand.

He shook it. “And I you, Miss Gallagher. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Bruce talks a lot about you”

“Well hopefully he only tells you good things. Speaking of which, where’s his office?”

Lucius laughed. “I’ll show you.”

The two walked side by side, as Demetria’s eyes fell to the glass windows. “How do you guys get anything done with a view like this?”

“We do our best.”

He directed her to an office with glass windows all around, her smile widening at the sight of Bruce staring at something on his desk.

Bruce’s face lit up, closing the binder on his desk.“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here?”

She wrapped her arms around Bruce’s waist. “I just wanted to drop by and say ‘Hi’, and thanks to Lucius I was able to find you.”

Bruce smiled at Lucius. “I hope she didn’t give you much trouble.”

Lucius grinned. “Not at all.” He eyed the binder. “Is that the full report you wanted me to look at?”

“Yeah, I made some adjustments you’re gonna want to look over.”

“Will do. Demetria, a pleasure.”

“Wonderful to meet you as well, Lucius.”

Her eyes scanned Bruce’s office, admiring the mahogany wood that shine at the touch of the sun. It was organized down to a tee, not a single paper sticking out from the stack. The decor was kept to a minimum, not a single photo album anywhere.

“I’m glad you stopped by,” Bruce said. “I have a present for you.”

Demetria turned to him. “Is that so?”

“Consider it a moving in gift.”

“I told you I didn’t need you to-.” She cut herself off when he handed her a manila folder filled with paper. She pulled her lips back, holding back laugher. “A folder and some documents. How romantic.”

��Open it.”

She opened the folder to find documents pertaining to Gotham's Saint Swithin's Orphanage, including contact information, funding break downs, etc. The way her eyes crinkled made Bruce’s heart melt.

“Thank you,” she said, giving him a quick chaste kiss. “This is perfect. I can start making some calls tonight, get a meeting set up-.”

“Yeah, you might want to wait a couple days.”

Demetria looked up. “Why’s that?”

Bruce smiled. “What are your thoughts on setting sail for a couple days?”

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eddsworld-headies · 3 years ago

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Eddsworld Girlfriends| Tudor Mansion Part 1

Me being self indulgent with OC's cause I can >:)

Part 1

“Hey there, Teddy bear! What’s up?” Mayleen asked, her phone set on the coffee table and the connected earbud resting in her ear as she fixed the pillows on the couch and watered a few of the nearby plants. Her green apron contrasting her tan sundress and pale skin, long blonde hair pulled up in a temporary bun and straight bands curling nicely against her round face.

“Hey May,” Edd said softly, sounding flat and down. She frowned slightly, moving over to the coffee bar to water the flowers underneath the top. “You sound down. What’s wrong Pookie?” She asked, setting the green watering can on the table top as she moved to behind the bar to clean up her area with customers passing by the window. “ Well, you know that big commercial I’m working on?”

“The one with Cola! I’m so excited to see it, Edd! Your animation is so creative, I would’ve neer been able to put together something like bacon and butterscotch!” She praised, bright smile wide as he wiped her bakery goods display case down. “ That’s sweet of you muffin, but the company wants to meet with me and schedule some more commissions.”

Mayleen stopped, getting up from her kneeled position and letting out a sharp laugh as she smiled. “ Oh my god. Oh my god! Edd! That’s amazing sweetheart!” She said excitedly, physically jumping a little in brown heeled ankle boots. “I can’t believe it! This is gonna be it, Eddy! This is gonna be the one that gets you big, I just know it!” She moved around the counter and back to the coffee table to grab her phone. “ Butter-cup,” He breathed from the other end of the phone.

“They want me to come this week. They've got a plane lined up and everything to bring me over.”

Mayleen stopped for a moment, sitting down.

“What?”

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“I’m so sorry, Darling, but the modeling agency just sprung this on me! A big brand wanted my gorgeous face to model their make-up.” Matt said, voice slightly loud as Serena pressed her phone between ehr ear and shoulder.

Her black wolf mullet pulled back with a hair clip. She smiled nicely at the customer as she packed up his amethyst mirror and vintage jacket, waving him goodbye as she pressed her glasses up her tan nose. “Matthew! It’s okay, Sweets! This is good for you!” She said, her accent originates from her earlier years in Venezuela, but her most recent years seem to dull the pronunciations.

“I know, My darling. I just hate to cancel this week! Our whole trip that we’ve planned for months! Ugh- It sucks.” She laughed at her boyfriend's whining, pulling up her low rise jeans and straightening her band shirt as she walked to the back room. “ I know. It sucks. We spent so much on those rooms too. I mean, how many people get to rent out a thousand year old castle in Scotland? It would’ve been perfect.” She said, reaching up onto the top shelf in the storage room to grab another amethyst mirror to set out.

“I mean, it could still be perfect.”

“How so?”

“ You should go anyway.”

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“Tord, baby. I’m not going away for the week with a bunch of people I don’t know.”

“ It’s not a bunch of people, Ness. You’ve met Edd a couple times-”

“I thought you said Edd couldn’t make it.”

“ He can’t. But Mayleen is gonna be there! You know Mayleen!”

Ness put the jacket hanger back on the rack as she made her way past two girls fawning over a new dress, her long pink hair straight and down to her elbows as she shuffled her bags up to the crooks of her arms.

“ So what, it’ll just be us girls? I’ve hardly met any of them! What if they're uncomfortable with a Trans-chick using their bathrooms or something?”

“They aren’t like that, Baby. Mayleen is sweet, Serena is super clever, and-”

“I know. They're all great. But have you met me? I’m extreme, Tord. Too extreme for certain people.”

“ Not these ones, I promise.”

She sighed as he persisted, setting her things down on a nearby bench as multiple people walked through the mall. Some gave her a few odd looks. She was 5’8 with chunky pink heels, looking especially awkward with a white t-shirt and jeans shorts. But she paid good money for her figure and got a few ribs removed to look as good as she wanted.

Let them stare, she looked fucking good.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll go.”

“ Yes! I swear you’ll have so much fun!”

“ Yeah yeah. I just hope we’re not gonna be all weird and awkward the whole time.”

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“I promise you it won’t be. You’ll have a great time!”

The brunette sighed, running her hand through her short, spiked hair as she set down her snacks and drinks by her gaming set-up, her stream on break and a little timer set for when she’d be back to the game runthrough.

“ I dunno, Tom. I feel kinda weird. I don’t even know these girls, and you know how I am. I don’t do the- Girly girlfriend thing. Unless I’m looking to strike out but I don’t wanna steal one of the guys' ladies friends.” She joked her american accent was a clear contrast to the brit she was talking to.

“Relax, Cansinova,” Tom chuckled from over the phone. “ You’ll be fine. I’m sure they can handle your butchness.” She rolled her eyes as she put the phone on speaker, setting it on her desk and pulling up the sleeves to her blue zip up hoodie and pulled the red sleeves underneath down so they contrasted. Even though she’d probably shove them back up in mere minutes.

“ It’s just weird. What does Tord need your help with anyway?”

“ He has some charity event for inventors that need a few musicians.”

“Ooooh, moving up the chain. Don’t forget us peasants down here when you’re a big famous musician.” She smiled as Tom laughed over the phone, shaking the cuffs of her jeans to get them to unroll. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”

“ I mean, does it even matter if I go? It’s kinda weird, right? Going with Edd’s, Matt’s, and Tord’s girlfriends and I’m just- like some girl you knew that you're sending over.” She said awkwardly.

“I mean, it’d be a real waste of money and a good time. Besides, you’ve been dying to meet Edd’s girlfriend for months. This is a perfect bonding opportunity!”

“Well yeah. He’s my brother. I’ve gotta have the little sister ‘ If you hurt my brother I’ll scalp you’ conversation but.. I mean, this is like a girlfriend thing. What if they think, I'm like, yours?” She asked. “Would that be so bad?” He asked lightly. She flushed. “No. Of course not. But, it’s not true. I mean, haven’t you been seeing that Casey chick? You sure you don’t want her going?”

“Oh, Case? She’s.. Cool.. But Edd and I would much rather have you girls going than no one at all.” He reasoned. “You guys will be spending a lot of time together anyway, ya know. They're always over and you’re looking for a place, maybe it’ll work out for all of us.”

“Yeah, right. What’re the chances we all move in together?” “ I dunno, we’re pretty good with odds. Remember that time-” “ You guys went to hell and met Satan himself? I swear ya’ll were tripping on acid.” She joked. “ Excuse me. My acid is perfectly legit.”

She laughed as she sat crossed legged in her gaming chair as the stream countdown reached 3 minutes. “ Gonna have to cut you short, dude. Starting back up in a few minutes.” “ Alright. I’ll make sure to stop by on my break. Maybe donate a little.” “ Ooooh, dinner and a movie first, Buddy.” She teased, turning to her desk.

“ Yeah yeah, maybe after you guys come back.”

“ I’ll talk later.”

“ Bye Bridge.”

“ Later, Jehovah.”

“ Oh god, now Tord has you saying it-?”

#eddsworld #ew edd #ew tom #ew matt #ew tord #OC #ew oc #Eddsworld OC #writers on tumblr #writing #tord's girlfriend oc #tom's girlfriend oc #edd's girlfriend oc #matt's girlfriend oc #Maylene #Serena #Vanessa #Ness #Bridget

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sleepychai-fics · 5 years ago

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Road to Salvation ~ Chapter 1 - Prologue

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Warnings: Death, blood (just the description of it, nothing spilt)

Word Count: 2903

Pronouns: Female

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in BNHA. However, there are many OC’s in this fic that I’ve created. These OC’s belong to me and are specifically created for this fic.

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People jump in surprise as you roll into a landing, using the momentum to take off into a sprint. You tighten your grip on the plastic bag in your hand, your backpack jostling from the movement but secure nonetheless.

“Stop her!”

You duck your upper body low to further avoid visual detection as you hear thundering footfalls behind you. Bystanders gasp and scream at your figure as you weave between them.

Two pro heroes are in close pursuit after you, shoving people and objects out of their way, leaving havoc in their wake.

They’re careless. Good.

With your small, malnourished figure, it’s easy for the well-built and highly trained pros to catch up to you. However, just as one reaches to grab at your hoodie, you leap out onto the road.

Cars screech to a halt and toot their horns as you vault across the street. You hear the pros curse you as they adjust to the sudden change in directions.

People jolt to a stop as you dash past them, veering into the nearest alleyway. The two pros race after you, citizens yelling as they are yet again shoved out of the way.

The pair turn down the alleyway but stop short once finding it a bare dead end. Anger and shock mix in their features.

“Where the fuck did she go?” One asks as he scurries towards a pile of trash bags.

“I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t turn down this alley?” The other asks as he scratches his head.

The first one gets mad and glares at the second. “I saw her come down this alley!”

“Well we can’t see her here so where else could she have gone?!”

Just as the two get ready to brawl with each other, a taunting whistle causes them to snap their heads up.

Your peering over the edge of the tall building, too high for the heroes to even think about scaling up. A smile is spread across your lips, victory etched onto your face.

“Thanks for the run! Thought I was going to be missing out on my cardio today!” Your comment makes the pros growl in frustration. “Well, I better get going now. See ya!” You can’t help but laugh as you walk away from the ledge, the pros yelling and cursing obscene profanities at you.

You walk to the middle of the building before kneeling down and slinging off your backpack. The buzzing of your phone has you hastily unzipping your bag. Swiftly grabbing your phone from the inside pocket, you glance to the screen before accepting the call.

“Hey Dabi. What’s up?”

“You plan on coming back anytime soon?”

You hum as you stuff the bag of bread into your backpack. “Yep! Just snagged a jackpot full of bread. Even got a loaf of gluten-free. Their security is sloppy. It’s like they were asking me to steal the bag!”

Dabi chuckles. “That’s good. So I’ll see you in 15?”

“Yeah.” You take a quick glance at the time before returning the phone to your ear. “Kai should be finishing work soon so I’ll probably meet up with him on the way.”

“Cool. See you then.”

“See ya!” After hanging up the call, you toss the phone back into your bag before zipping it up. Securing the straps around your shoulders, you slide your gaze across the horizon.

You crane your neck to each side, the sound of it popping satisfying to you. Bouncing side-to-side, you sigh. “Let’s do this.”

You take off in a sprint towards the edge of the building, vaulting over the small fence with ease.

What awaits you is a large drop to the next building. Common knowledge says the fall can severely injure anyone. But you’re not afraid in the slightest.

The force of gravity pulls you into a faster descent, you feel it in your body, the way your insides seem to flutter with nervous excitement. The feeling is horrifying and absolutely amazing.

You have to squint in order to properly view below you. Your feet dangle in your vision as the cement roof gets closer with every beat of your heart. As soon as your shadow casts onto the roof, your eyes glimmer with the activation of your quirk.

The speed of your fall slows down drastically as you grip onto your quirk, fingers twitching with the effort.

Seconds pass by before you feel the soft press of cement beneath your thin-soled shoes. A smile spread across your face, heartbeat thundering with exhilarating adrenaline.

You take off once again, using your quirk to vault across and between buildings.

~*~

The bell chimes as Kai opens the door, leaving the bustling cafe and entering the busy streets. He adorns a loosely fitting black shirt which ruffles in the cool wind and tight-fitting jeans that look to be on the edge of throwing out. With a tired yawn, he lifts a hand to thread through his thick silver hair.

“I think it’s time you cut it.”

Kai snaps his dark gaze over to where you are, leaning against the wall beside the cafe entrance. He breathes out a light laugh. “You think?”

“Yeah! It’s on the brink of touching your shoulders again.” You reply as you spring off the wall.

Kai shrugs, standing beside you as the two of you merge into the moving crowd. “It’s only been five months.”

“I know, but your hair grows quickly. We should at least trim it back a couple inches.” You suggest, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

Kai swats at your hand. “Yeah okay. Are you happy to do it then?”

You chuckle as he fixes his hair to the side of his face. “Sure. How was work today?”

“Not that bad actually.” Kai switches from his annoyed tone to a happier tone. “The old lady came in today and gave me a loaf of the gluten-free bread.”

“That’s nice of her. I assume you got work tomorrow as well?”

He shakes his head. “No. He gave me a couple days off. I don’t work till next week.”

“Ahh. That’s too bad. You got paid today, right?”

“Yep. He gave me a little bit extra as an apology for being late.” Kai informs as the two of you turn a corner.

“Fucking finally! That dude had me worried he was turning into an asshole.” You say as you step out of the way of a man as he runs through the crowd.

Kai laughs as he agrees. “So was I.”

Topics of conversation pass between the two of you as you walk among the crowd. Every street you pass and every corner you turn gets more secluded as you walk. Thirty minutes pass and the environment has drastically changed from the bright eye-soar of the bustling city, to the gloomy, deserted area of the abandoned industrial part of town. The only people that occupy the streets are the homeless and the outcasts.

A cry from a dark alley reaches your ears and you abruptly stop your conversation and pause in your steps, eyes snapping towards the looming darkness of the alley. Kai, having also heard the noise, follows your actions.

“Sounded like a child.” Kai speaks softly.

You hum in agreeance, sliding off the straps of your bag. “Stay here. I’ll go check it out.” After handing your bag over to Kai, you quietly walk into the dark alley.

As a supplement to your quirk, you gained the genetic ability to see clearly in the night with barely any effort, making it much easier to peer into the dark alley. As a result of this, your eyes glow faintly in the dark.

You quietly creep deeper into the alley, surveying every object in the cramped area. With a twitch of your eye, you activate your quirk, amplifying the way you see. You feel the cold shadows of the dumpsters and litter throughout the alleyway. The bricks of the dark walls also have their own shadows despite already being in the dark.

It’s the presence of two human-like entities a few feet ahead of you that you focus on. One is slumped between the dumpster and the wall while another, smaller one kneels beside it, shaking with violent shivers. You deduce that it’s the one crying.

As you deactivate your quirk, your peer around the dumpster.

Laid against the dumpster lies a woman covered in blood, clothes torn to shreds and bruises littering her skin. Her brown eyes are half-lidded but full of fear, more so as she glances at you. Beside her kneels a child, tears steadily falling from their eyes, clothes equally torn but not as badly. Blood spots are scattered across them, but it doesn’t appear to be theirs, only a few bruises marking their skin.

The two instantly gasp and try to cower further into the wall.

You hold your hands above your shoulders as you squat before them a few feet away. “It’s okay. I mean no harm. I only wish to help you.”

The woman, presumably the mother of this child, releases the tension in her body. “Are you really?” Her voice is quiet and shaky though her tone is apprehensive.

You nod, lowering your hands to your lap and smiling. “Yes. My name is (Y/n), I can take you somewhere where we can take care of you. I’m not sure what you know about this neighbourhood, but there’s a place nearby that can help you. It’s usually referred to as ‘The Mall’.”

The mother takes a shaky breath. “I… I remember hearing… about that place. You… it’s a place where… people go when they have nowhere… else to go. They say you… take in those who are… forgotten and left out of society.”

A gentle laugh escapes you. “That’s the gist of it yes. They also say that we are the edge of villainy.”

She nods. “Yes. I heard that too. Are… Are you villains?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you answer: “Yes and no. There’s a lot of us who have managed to get a job. We use that money to get survival essentials, such as food, water, medications if necessary. We try to prioritise what we can.”

She sighs in relief. “That’s good.”

“Although, there are a few of us who the society would dub villains. I am one of those few.” This sentence raises tension between you two. “We go out and steal money and other things such as food from others.”

The child cowers closer to his mother, hands shaking as they grasp her shirt.

You continue, despite the tensions of the atmosphere. “But we have our own special rules about doing it, the main one being we only steal from those who are clearly above the average pay grade or are more than capable of supporting themselves.”

The mother laughs lightly. “Serves them right.” You laugh along with her. “You steal to survive… Something a lot of people… take for granted.” You nod and smile at her.

You watch as her eyes avert behind you, widening with a fresh wave of fear. You already know who it is, having tracked his shadow as he entered the alley. “There’s no reason to fear here.” You assure, smiling as he kneels beside you. “This is my friend Kai. He’s also from the mall.”

“Hello.” Kai greets, head bowed slightly.

The mother instantly relaxes, patting her child’s head. “So you do… whatever it takes to survive?”

You nod in agreement. “Yes.”

Kai speaks with a gentle voice. “We can guide you back to the mall, care for your wounds-”

A wet cough erupts from the mother, blood splattering everywhere and pooling from her mouth. The child whines and clutches tightly to her arm. She shakes her head twice. “No. It’s too late for me.”

“Mommy?” The child whimpers, new tears pooling at their eyes.

The mother's brown gaze brim with single tears, locking onto your own gaze. “Promise me… You’ll take care of my son?” She lightly gestures to the child who only quivers beside her, eyes squinting with tears and disbelief.

You nod, but Kai answers for you. “We promise we’ll do what we can for him.”

The mother smiles and lifts her shaky hands up to her neck. She fiddles with the chain of her silver necklace until she finally manages to unclasp it. With shaky movements, she carefully offers it to you, the rose engraved pendant dangling below.

“Take it. Please. Let him...have it… as a way to… re-remember me by.” Her frail voice all but begs.

Nodding, you reach over to take the necklace from her fingers. Her hand drops as soon as you take it, closing your fist around it protectively. She then peers over her son, a smile gracing her bloodied lips.

“My dear Michi…”

The boy, Michi, coughs out a sob. “Mommy.”

The mother moves her hand to cup his cheeks, the hold shaky and barely there. “My brave boy. I… want you to live… your life to the… fullest. Don’t… cry over me for… too long… I promise… that I’ll be… w-watching you… from above.” She breaks out into an airy cough, blood dribbling down her chin. Her hand drops from Michi’s cheeks, but not before swiping the few stray tears from his eyes. “I love you Michi.”

You watch as the light from her eyes fade to a dull colour. Her body is no longer twitching, chest no longer moving as her muscles give out.

Michi sobs loudly, body curling in on his deceased mother. He wails and screams, begging for her to come back despite the fact that he knows she’s gone for good.

You and Kai stay still, heads hung low in silent mourning as well as a silent promise. Neither of you move to take him away. You let him mourn the loss of his mother, not wanting to rip this moment away from him. Afterall, you both know it’ll be more detrimental to him if he doesn’t have this opportunity.

More than twenty minutes pass by sluggishly, nothing but the sounds of broken sobs and scream filling the air.

Eventually, his cries soften. He lifts his head up from his mother's stomach, eyes bloodshot from his continuous tears, face a sickly gray, most likely due to the amount of energy he spent.

He looks to you, brown eyes staring into your own until they peer down to your hand.

You smile and open your hand to reveal the necklace. “Would you like me to put it on you?”

A shiver runs through Michi’s spine, so violent he looks to be flinching.

“You don’t have to. I can give it to you to hold.”

Michi shakes his head and speaks with a low, worn out voice. “Can… Can I wear it? Please?”

You nod once. “Of course.”

Slowly, he stands up. His legs are shaky, his pants ripped beyond belief, barely giving him any protection from the cool air of the alley. He takes small steps towards you, eyes downcast, fingers twiddling with each other. Once he’s within your arms reach, he turns around to have his back face you.

Carefully, you bring the necklace around his neck, clasping it on with ease. You return your hands to your lap.

Michi turns around, and to your surprise, he wraps his arms around you. With little hesitation, you lightly wrap your own arms around him.

“My mommy trusts you. So, I will too.”

You can’t help but smile and tighten your grip. “I’m happy to hear that. I promise I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you.”

Michi tightens his own arms around you, shivering as cool wind brushes past.

“Are you cold?” Kai asks. Michi peeks his eyes over your shoulder, looking at Kai. He nods shyly.

Kai briefly takes off your bag in order to ease off his jacket, placing it over Michi. You move your arms to hold the jacket to him, tucking it around him.

“Are we going now?” Michi asks.

“It’s up to you Michi.”You reply.

Michi looks back towards his mother, his hand reaching up to grasp the pendant that hangs from the necklace. “She told me not to cry too much.”

“But you’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to feel sad that she’s gone. Where we’re going, no one will judge. I promise.” Kai assures him, smiling at him.

“I know. But she wants me to live and be happy.”

You thread your fingers through his black hair. “If you’re ready to go, we can. But don’t feel like you have to.”

He stays quiet, staring at his paling mother with glistened eyes. A few more minutes pass by with him simply staring at her. He then turns to look at you. “She said she would be watching me from above. She never breaks a promise.”

Neither you or Kai can stop the smile from spreading on your lips. With small movements you reach up to tuck a strand of black hair behind his ear. “Then let's show her you can grow to be a strong man.”

You see him smile before burying his face in the crook of your neck, exhaustion clearly overtaking him from the way his body practically melts into yours.

Kai helps you stand up straight, ensuring Michi stays comfortable and relaxed. With only a few seconds of hesitation, the three of you exit the alleyway.

#road to salvation #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou

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zamoimagines · 5 years ago

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Someone Else’s Baby (Venable x Reader oneshot)

Pairing: Reader x Venable, OC

Word count: 3,121

Inspired by: Baby by Marina (song)

Warning: Angst

Plot: Venable broke up with you after receiving a promotion at her job, but she soon realizes that leaving you was the biggest mistake of her life. She sees you out one night and plans to approach you, but she sees you kissing a new woman.

A/N: Hey guys, this is something that I’ve been wanting to write up for a while. My hiatus is TBD right now, as I’m working as a dishwasher right now on top of trying to keep up with school. It’s been crazy. Anyway, at least there’s this oneshot for ya’ll! Thank you guys for being so supportive and understanding, as always, I love all of you.

Wilhelmina stared blankly at the iPad screen in front of her. She knew she had orders to fulfill and even more work to take care of, but she couldn’t bring herself to even move. Her whole body felt paralyzed with pain. This time it wasn’t her back, though. This feeling was new to her. She’d never experienced heartbreak before. The worst part was that it was all her fault.

She remembered every detail of that night.

“Mina, honey, why don’t you leave that awful place? They treat you terribly.”

“This will be different, darling, it’s a promotion! I’ve been waiting for this.”

“I-I know, love… But I’m worried that they’re going to use you again.”

The way that Mina looked at Y/N was almost heartless. How could Y/N be so heartless?

“It’s a promotion. Why can’t you just be fucking happy for me?”

“I… I thought you were putting in your two weeks. I already booked our flight so we could look at apartments-”

“Well, things have changed!”

A silence hung in the air. They were on opposite sides of the room, and while they were standing close, they had never felt so far away from each other. Tears filled Y/N’s eyes.

“So, you’re just going to let them walk all over you? What if this job is just a glorified secretary position? What nothing changes?”

“You don’t understand. Why would you! You’re not as dedicated to anything as I am!”

Y/N had a fire in her eyes. Mina could see her feelings being completely shattered.

“That’s a lie, Wilhelmina. I’m dedicated to you. Not to some stupid job, or to the city, I’m dedicated to you.”

“Y/N… I- I didn’t mean that-”

“Maybe I should just go.”

Another long pause fell between the two. Why had Mina ever believed that love was something she could handle? Everyone left her in the end. Y/N was no different.

“Maybe you should.”

Y/N had tears running down her cheeks. She left the room to gather her things, which were already neatly packed into a suitcase. She just didn’t know she would have to be leaving on her own.

When she reentered the room, her eyes gazed back to Mina’s. It was almost as if she were waiting for Mina to say something… Anything.

In return, Wilhelmina slowly turned her back away from Y/N. The grip on her cane tightened. She was at a loss for words. All she could hear was the sniffling coming from Y/N.

“I hope you’re happy. Congratulations on your promotion.”

Mina wanted to turn around, but she found that she couldn’t. The front door swung open gradually.

“Goodbye, Miss Venable.”

That was the last thing she said before she left. Venable found that she couldn’t stop thinking about it since that day. Suddenly, she felt something tickling her cheek. When she touched her skin, it was just a little wet. A single tear had fallen from her tired eyes. Mina quickly tried to wipe it away.

Before she could look somewhat put together, Mutt and Jeff both walked in. She hoped to whatever higher power that they hadn’t seen anything. To her dismay, they had both watched her slip into this daydream once again. Mutt rolled his eyes.

“This is the seventh time this week that she’s done this. What the hell is wrong with her?” he whispered.

Jeff shook his head. “I think it’s still her ex. She’s been acting this way for months, dude.”

Venable’s mouth tightened into a line. She hated whenever she could hear them talking about her.

“I may be disabled, but I’m not deaf, Mr. Pfitser.”

“Woah! She can talk again! It’s a fucking miracle.” Mutt joked.

Y/N was right about the job. Rather than a business associate, she had bumped up to a glorified personal assistant. The only authority she really had was over the various “coffee girls” they hired every other week. That and her desk had moved closer to their office.

“What gives, Venable? I give you a promotion and all you do is mope around.” Jeff piped up.

“Yes, and what a promotion it was.” she mumbled under her breath as she pretended to pull up the unfinished order forms.

Mutt took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her.

“Seriously, Venable, we run a very prestigious company. We need a nice face for people to see when they come in for business, but instead they get this… this depressed, purple shell of a person.”

“Mutt! Shut the fuck up!”

“Well! Someone had to say it!”

Venable wasn’t the least bit offended. They were much too incompetent to form actual insults.

“I appreciate the sympathy, Mr. Nutter, but I have some work to finish.” she replied.

Jeff sat down in the other chair and folded his arms.

“Venable, you can’t let this woman bother you this much. We can find you a new girlfriend! The next bitch that walks through those doors is all yours. Maybe she’ll be even prettier than what’s her face… what the fuck was her name?”

“Who gives a shit?” Mutt shrugged, “Anyone would be better than that dirtbag-”

“If you talk that way about Y/N again, I will throw the next shipment of cocaine out of that goddamn window!” Mina shouted over them. It made her blood boil whenever they talked about her ex in such ways. The men went silent.

“Venable… I know you act all mysterious or whatever, but you’ve been wearing your heart on your sleeve. We know that you’re going through hell right now.” Jeff said. “Maybe moving on would help you?”

Mina glanced down at the floor. She didn’t like talking about her feelings to anyone, let alone her own bosses. Though, she didn’t feel like she had much of a choice.

“She was the one… And I lost her.” Her eyes met them once again. “There’s no one else for me.”

Jeff and Mutt never really tried to sympathize with Venable before, but they hated seeing her like this. It was miserable to watch. Mutt sighed heavily.

“Wilhelmina Venable, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you phased by anything. When we hired you, we figured there wasn’t a sensitive bone in your body. But… this is the first time I’ve seen you bothered by anything.” He gave a look to Jeff as if a lightbulb had popped up above his head.

“Do you still love her?”

“W.. What do you mean?” Venable muttered.

“It’s a pretty simple question, Miss Venable.” Jeff replied, “Do you still love her?”

“I mean… Of course I do.”

“Then you can’t just sit here!” Mutt exclaimed. He stood up in an instant and ripped the iPad away from her hands.

“You have to go after her. If she’s the one, then you have to go find her!”

A wide smile spread across Jeff’s face. Venable, on the other hand, looked completely confused.

“Give me my equipment back-”

“Nope!” Jeff chimed in. “You can’t have it. You have to go find her. She’s gotta be around town somewhere. I know LA is pretty big, but we can track her down somehow!”

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” Venable was getting irritated now, “She left the state.”

“So where is she?”

“I don’t know. Last I heard, she left for Missouri.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for! Get your crooked ass on a plane and go after her!” Mutt cried out.

“Mr. Nutter, I am much too occupied with my work-”

“No you’re not.” Jeff cut her off. “You’re not allowed to come back to work until you’ve gone to see her.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Not in the slightest. Consider it a business trip. Hell, we’ll even pay for your ticket!” Mutt added. “Go home, pack as fast as you can, and we’ll have a car pick you up at 1:30 sharp.”

“Mr. Nutter, Mr. Pfitser, I understand your concern, but I’m not going-”

“If you don’t, then you’re fired.”

The two men were all grins. Venable was still a little dumbfounded.

“You’ll fire me?”

“Yes, we will fire you. You can’t come back until you’ve at least tried to talk to her.” Jeff said.

Mutt nearly giggled. It was clear that the two of them were extremely excited for her. Though, Venable wasn’t sure what to think. So much could go wrong… But at the same time, what did she have to lose?

They stared at her as they awaited her response. She groaned.

“Fine! I’ll go.”

Mutt and Jeff hollered. They began to dance around and act like complete children. Though, Venable couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“What are you still doing here?” Mutt cried. “Go! Get the fuck out of here!”

“You have a plane to catch!” Jeff added.

“I guess I do.” Venable replied. Venable replied. In an instant, she stood up from her desk, her cane and her purse in hand. As she made her way out of the room, she could hear the cheers and hoots coming from Mutt and Jeff. Her smile turned into the biggest grin. She hadn’t felt this alive in some time, and she was determined to not mess it up this time.

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The plane ride had been long and tedious. But just as Mutt and Jeff said, a car showed up in front of her apartment at 1:30 PM. Now, here she was in the Midwest. She always despised the humidity, but this time of year, it was getting much drier with the cold weather moving in. She could almost admit that it was just as beautiful here as Y/N had told her.

The hotel that was booked was quaint, but she didn’t mind that. Venable was much too nervous to care about anything except finding Y/N.

All she could remember about this town was the little coffee shop that Y/N always talked about taking her to. Luckily, she remembered the name.

The next day, Venable woke up to the sound of storms. The rain outside was far from a light shower. It was as if today was the perfect day to go. For the first time in a while, Venable felt good. Maybe even a little hopeful.

She put on her favorite lavender turtleneck with her work skirt, but this time, she decided to ditch the belt. Her hair remained in the same tight ponytail that she always wore. As she finished up her makeup, she gazed at herself in the mirror.

Everything will work out.

She took a deep breath before leaving her room. When she arrived at the coffee shop, she made sure to walk in slowly. Her cane struck the floor gently as she made her way to the counter.

“Hi there!” A barista greeted her. “What can I get started for you?”

Venable tried to smile. She had to admit, she was more nervous than she thought she’d be.

“Hello… Uh… just a black coffee for today.”

“Sure thing!”

As she waited for her drink, she took a seat. People would come in, some would go out. No sign of Y/N. An hour went by. She ordered another coffee. Another hour. Another coffee. The rain only continued to get heavier.

After the fourth round of coffee, she couldn’t even bring herself to leave her seat. Maybe this was the wrong place? Or worse, what if Y/N had moved to another state completely? The hopelessness was setting in yet again.

“This was stupid.” she said to herself under her breath. Just as she said this, she heard the door swing open. Glancing up, she could feel her heart stop. There she was.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were making it today!” the barista said.

“You think I’d just skip a day?” Y/N said with a small giggle. “I had to walk here today, but I made it.”

“I shouldn’t have doubted you. The usual?”

“Yes, please. I need it with this weather.”

Y/N still looked as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a big sweater with some leggings and the scarf that Venable had given Y/N for her birthday. Venable had never seen a woman so beautiful in her life. As quick as she could, she stood up and used her cane to balance herself.

With the sound of the familiar sound of Venable’s cane, Y/N looked in her direction. Her eyes locked with the redhead’s. She looked like she was in such a state of disbelief that she couldn’t move. In all fairness, Venable didn’t think she could move either.

“Mina?” Y/N said softly.

“Hello, darling.” Venable replied. “I… I wasn’t sure if this was the right place.”

As they stared back at each other, the baristas gazed at them as if they were watching a soap opera.

“Mina… How… I thought you were still back in Los Angeles?” she said, stepping closer to Wilhelmina.

“I… I am. I came here to see you.”

Both of them seemed to have a mix of various emotions. Venable gave Y/N a small laugh.

“Sorry… I didn’t think I’d make it this far.”

“Well, you look great. Did the promotion end up working out?” Y/N replied. Venable could hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Somewhat. Mutt and Jeff told me to tell you hi.”

“Ah,” Y/N smiled a little. “Tell them I say hi. Are you getting along better with them now that you’re a business associate for the company?”

“You could say that.”

Another long pang of silence. Venable took Y/N’s hand in her own.

“Is… Is there any way we could talk? I have so much to say.”

Y/N hesitated. Feeling her hand against her own skin melted Venable’s cold heart.

“I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mina.”

“I flew all this way, please… At least hear what I have to say.”

“I would, Mina, but this really isn’t a great time.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

The barista cleared her throat. “Y/N, your two vanilla lattes are ready.”

Venable chuckled. “You got two?” She grinned a little. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were a coffee addict.”

The door swung open again. A blonde woman rushed inside and out of the rain. She was pretty, to say the least. The stranger had a much more curvaceous build than Venable did, and she wore her hair in a loose, curly lob. She even dressed way better than Venable ever had in her life. This woman was truly like a beam of light. The stranger came up to Y/N and pressed a kiss to her head.

“I’m so sorry, honey, I tried to get out as soon as I could. The restaurant was really backed up today.” she spoke. Even her voice was like a breath of fresh air.

“No, it’s okay, I actually just got here.” Y/N replied. Her hand pulled away from Venable’s touch. “Uh… Miss Venable, this is Keri. My girlfriend.”

Venable’s heart sank in her chest. It felt as if she cracked in two.

“Oh! Miss Venable, your old boss?” Keri said in a bubbly tone. “I never thought I’d be able to meet you! How’s Los Angeles treating you?”

Venable couldn’t find words. The baristas had now stood back away from the counter, watching in horror.

“Los Angeles is wonderful. It’s… It’s nice to meet you, Keri.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide. The whole situation made her uncomfortable.

“I wish I could go. I’ve been begging Y/N to take me so I could see the city!” Keri’s smile was bigger than ever. “What a coincidence that we ran into you. What brings you into town?”

Venable met Y/N’s eyes. She was trying hard not to show any emotion.

“I-I’m visiting someone. I think maybe I went to the wrong establishment.” Venable murmured in a monotone voice.

“Oh, there’s a Starbucks down the road, maybe you’re thinking of that one?”

“Perhaps.”

Keri noticed that there was a strange energy in the room. She even glanced back to Y/N and saw that she looked a little off.

Y/N remained silent.

“Well… We’ve got some errands to run, yeah?” Keri mentioned.

Y/N nodded a little. “Yeah… We have some grocery shopping to do.”

“We’re hosting a little get together tonight,” Keri turned to Venable, “You stop by! I’m making homemade tacos!”

Venable clutched her cane. She wasn’t sure she would be able to stand.

“That’s alright. I… I’m actually leaving tonight.”

Y/N’s eyes softened. There was so much they wanted to say, but there was nothing else either one of them could do. She gazed longingly at Venable.

“Oh… That’s too bad.” Keri wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist. Venable held back the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes.

“Maybe you can stop by next time?”

“Yes… Maybe.”

Y/N looked paralyzed. Despite the tension, Keri placed a small kiss to Y/N’s lips before pulling away.

“I’ll get our coffee, okay?” The blonde then turned to Venable. “It was nice to finally meet you!”

“Likewise.” Venable replied.

Y/N tried to reach out for the other woman.

“Mina, I-”

“It’s fine, Y/N.” Venable whispered. “I’m glad that you found someone.”

Y/N frowned before turning to Keri.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here before the storm gets any worse.”

Y/N attempted to smile at Venable.

“Goodbye, Miss Venable.”

Hearing those words left a pang in Wilhelmina’s chest. She couldn’t even say anything.

Wilhelmina watched Y/N walk out with the new woman. Keri let out a loud giggle as the rain pelted both of them. As they got into a white car, Venable watched them share a passionate kiss. Her cheek got that same odd, ticklish feeling. Touching her cheek, she realized that it was another tear.

The baristas felt terrible. One had his hand over his mouth, and the other bit her index finger.

“Ma’am… I can get you a coffee to go?” She began. “It’s on the house.”

Venable shook her head.

“That’s quite alright… I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” she replied. She wobbled out of the shop with more tears falling down her face. As she made it outside, she couldn’t tell if tears or rain were covering her face.

This had all been a mistake. Mutt and Jeff got her hopes up all for nothing.

Her heart felt even more broken than before. Wilhelmina would never get Y/N back, and she had to live with knowing that the love of her life now belonged to another woman.

She was too late.

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ellenembee · 5 years ago

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Author Interview

Tagged by the talented @laraslandlockedblues - thank you, fellow Rylen lover! :)

As always, please don’t feel obligated to participate (or if you’ve already done one, feel free to tag me in your previous response if you’d like!). Tagging @mysdrym, @tanaleth, @kagetsukai, @sadmagecentral, @chaotic-good-hawke, @allisondraste, @tortuosity-writes, @ravenqueen89, @melaena, @a-shakespearean-in-paris, @laelior, @lainathiel, and anyone else who wants to participate!

Name: EllenEmbee

Fandoms: Dragon Age, My own creations

Where You Post: Mostly AO3, but I’ll post links here and occasional drabbles or snippets of works in progress.

Most Popular One-Shot: My Alistair/Surana drabble called Distractionary Tactics (which is compiled into the Give a Heart, Get a Throne series on AO3).

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Definitely The Revelation of All Things mostly because it is an absolute beast, clocking in at just over 600k words. I’ve been writing it since 2015, though, so that’s not surprising. It’s also a Cullavellan pairing, which is popular.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Right now, it’s my Rylen fic, Truths Half Told Beget Lives Half Lived. It’s a rare pair (Rylen and an OC), so a lot of it is just... mine? My OC, Trice, is based off a character that gets a single mention in a letter (not even a name), so I got to make a brand new character from scratch. It’s the fic that really kicked into gear my desire to write original fiction. It will always have a special place in my heart for that.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: I started posting Truths Half Told in 2016 when maybe two other people besides me cared about a random NPC named Knight-Captain Rylen. Not only that, but I didn’t even ship him with a popular character. On top of that, the pairing doesn’t even meet for real until chapter 9! I was nervous to post something so entirely based on my own interests without trying to play to any established crowd. It’s gotten pretty good readership based on the tie-in with TROAT, though, so I think it worked out in the end. :)

How You Choose Your Titles: Typically, the title comes out of the overarching theme of the work. The title for The Revelation of All Things came out of the idea that my main OC Evana, a Dalish Inquisitor, kept getting revelations dropped on her at every turn, not only about the mark and the Evanuris, but about herself. Truths Half Told Beget Lives Half Lived came from both Rylen and Trice’s habit of lying to either themselves or to others. Neither of them lives a full, healthy existence due to their tendency to hold things in or fudge the truth. I could go on, but you get the point. The same goes for my chapter titles, though I tend to be more tongue-in-cheek with those.

Complete: The Revelation of All Things is complete as of a few months ago! After a four-year journey, I have to say I’m glad to have a break. I do plan to add on an arc about the Jaws of Hakkon and also a post-Trespasser epilogue, but the main story is DONE. *waves hands in the air*

Incomplete:

As far as Dragon Age, I’m still working on the final arc for Truths Half Told, and I have a few more drabbles I’d like to do for the Give a Heart, Get a Throne collection.

As far my personal works, I have a fantasy WIP called The Chosen that is about 1/3 finished. It will be the first in a series about a powerful magic wielder named Nel who just wants to be left alone (but doesn’t get her wish). I’ve also started a paranormal romance about snarky immortals.

Do You Outline? Sort of? I outline the general plot in my head and sometimes write things out, but most of the story just flows as I write. I’m mostly a pantser in that sense. However, I do appreciate a good brainstorming session.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:

For Dragon Age, I’ve been playing around with a final installment in my Revelations world state that would focus on King Alistair toward the end of and then after the events of Inquisition. He’s married to Anora, but they aren’t romantic - more partners/political allies. It’s still in vague planning stages, so we’ll see how/if things develop.

For my original works, I have outlines for a sci-fi story about a woman sucked into another, more advanced dimension and a historical fiction about a sex trafficking ring in Victorian England (including women with swords, dudes who support said women, and a bunch of angst).

Do You Accept Prompts? Absolutely! Hit me up any time.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: I am excited about all my WIPs, but I love thinking about my Victorian historical fiction novel the most. I can’t wait to get started writing that one.

#dragon age #author interview #my writing #my original fiction #dragon age fanfiction #troat #thtblhl #gahgat #The Chosen #tsoe #writing #writing stuff

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joe-mazzello-archive · 5 years ago

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The Strangers - Chapter One - Cold as Ice

A Joe Mazzello x OC fic

Word Count: 5.8k

Chapter Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, sexual references

A/N: Here we go, gang! Please please please feel free to send me feedback/questions/theories. I want to hear from y’all! Also I do technically have a playlist for this series but since each chapter is a song title, the playlist is a bit on the spoilery side so I’ll wait until after it’s finished to link it. Also sorry that Ben is accidentally Barney Stinson. I needed someone to balance out Joe.

Joe shifted in the cold leather chair he sat in. He couldn’t help but fidget as he patiently waited for the door to the office across from him to open. He looked at his watch. 4:32pm. He’d been waiting for over ten minutes now, hoping that somehow his punctuality would make the meeting to go well.

His eyes wandered to the plaque next to the door. Theatre Arts Department Chair was engraved neatly into the gold metal. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought back to a conversation he had with Ben a week ago, before the meeting had even been scheduled.

“Mate, the fact that you’re not already the department chair over that old geezer is beyond me!” Ben had all but shouted through the crowded bar, swinging his mostly empty beer bottle around wildly. “I mean he doesn’t do shit! He sits at his big desk doing fuck all and takes a huge check home every month! You’re the one who really runs that department.” Joe threw his head back in laughter.

“Well last time I checked, he’s still got the title and I’m still a lowly professor. But I appreciate your enthusiasm, Ben,” Joe replied before finishing off his own beer.

“You should just take that shiny gold plate off the wall and hang it next to your office. See how long it takes that idiot to even notice!” Ben countered before waving down the bartender. Joe noticed and pushed his friend’s arm down.

“I think we’re both done for the night, dude. Besides, you’ve been so focused on me you haven’t even picked out your prey for the night,” Joe teased.

“Ey! Don’t call the women I sleep with and then never call again ‘prey’! I’m offended you think so little of me, Joseph,” Ben argued, before turning to survey the room.

The conversation seemed so long ago to Joe. What had started as a rant about how the department didn’t have enough funding to put on the shows he wanted to do led to a discussion about how Joe hadn’t received a raise in years. Ben urged him to setup a meeting with the department chair. The next day he found himself sending an email to his boss, asking to discuss the plans for the department for the next term.

A day after that, Joe regretted ever hitting send. In his inbox sat an email reply from the grumpy old man himself.

Sure. My office, Friday 4:30pm.

And there he sat, outside that very office, his knee bouncing the messenger bag that sat on his lap as he rehearsed in his head what he wanted to say to the man.

Finally, the door opened and Joe all but jumped to his feet.

“Mr. Mazzello, come on in,” the man growled, his deep gravelly voice giving the impression that he had a perpetual sore throat. Joe shuffled into the large office, eyes glued to the floor, heart pounding. He cursed himself for listening to Ben. He’s rarely listened to Ben before. Why did he start now?

The old man grunted as he sat down, his desk chair that had been there since the department was built squeaking underneath his weight. Joe took a seat in one of the dusty chairs on the other side of the large wooden desk. Clearly this office rarely saw visitors.

As the old man adjusted his tie and glasses, Joe took a moment to glance around the spacious office. The off-white walls were bare except for a few certificates framed behind the elder man’s head. A small bookshelf sat off to the side, the shelves half empty, with only various binders and knick knacks cluttering the spaces. In the corner sat a tall filing cabinet that looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades. The man’s desk was almost bare except for a laptop computer, a pile of papers, and one lone picture frame that faced him. Joe couldn’t help but be curious as to who’s face the chairman looked at all day long, considering the man had never married nor had children.

The room was the complete opposite of Joe’s chaotic office. Every bit of wall space in Joe’s office was covered in posters for previous productions, show programs, and framed photos of casts and crews from shows past. He hadn’t seen the actual top of his desk since his first year as a professor, every inch being covered in scripts and books.

“I believe you mentioned in your email that you wanted to discuss next term. If I recall correctly, I already approved next year’s season of shows,” the man said, his head cocked to the side as he stared at the young professor. Joe wrung his hands together as worked up the nerve to respond.

“Yes sir, you did,” was Joe’s simple reply, his voice shaky.

“Then what more needs discussing?” the man asked, somewhat incredulously. Joe took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully.

“This past term, we ran into roadblocks when it came to our budget for our productions. We wanted to do things that weren’t realistic when it came to what funding we did have. So I dipped into my own funds to make those things happen. And as a result, we put on some of the best shows the department has ever done.” Joe suddenly found a burst of confidence, surprised at how assured his statements sounded.

“I was unaware of this. Did you submit for reimbursement? That can easily be arranged,” the man replied, his demeanor softening at Joe’s words. Joe felt the energy in the room shift; as if Joe was now in control of the conversation.

“I honestly don’t think that’s necessary, sir. What I am asking for is that you find more in the department budget for our productions, so we can make these things happen with nothing to hold us back,” Joe proposed, the quivering in his voice completely gone now.

The man paused for a moment, processing what had just been asked of him. He turned to his laptop, squinting as he began to mash at the keyboard. Joe sat frozen, his confidence beginning to waver as he waited with bated breath for the old man’s reply. After what felt like an hour, but was probably no more than ten seconds, the man turned back to the auburn-haired professor.

“Consider it done.”

Joe’s eyes widened and he suddenly found it hard to breathe.

“Sir?” he squeaked out.

“I was extremely impressed with this past season. If you’re telling me you can continue to reach that level of quality and beyond, I see no reason to not expand the production budget,” the man continued. Joe couldn’t help but grin like an idiot, surprised at the response he had gotten.

“Thank you sir, we can absolutely do that,” Joe replied, nodding almost too eagerly. The old man turned back to his laptop, typing away once again.

“I’m also going to approve a 10% salary increase for you,” the man added before standing up and stretching out his hand.

Joe mirrored his actions, getting up so fast that the blood rushed to his head. He took the man’s hand and shook it vigorously.

“Thank you, so much sir. I don’t know what to say,” Joe spat out, realizing that he was probably shaking the man’s hand too long. Joe released the chairman’s hand, realizing his own hands were jittery with excitement.

“No need to say any more, I actually have another meeting in a few minutes. Enjoy the rest of your Friday, Mr. Mazzello,” the man answered, sitting back down and immediately turning back to his computer, as if Joe wasn’t even in the room anymore.

“You too, sir. Thank you again!” Joe crowed as he grabbed his bag and moved towards the exit. The man didn’t even look back up.

It wasn’t until Joe was back in his own office that he truly processed everything that had just happened. Not only did he successfully argue for more funding, he got a raise without even asking. He whipped out his phone, pulling up his friends’ group chat.

Joe: I MADE THAT MEETING MY BITCH Lucy: You kiss your mother with that mouth? Ben: you got the funding???? Joe: AND A RAISE Rami: I have no idea what we’re talking about. Lucy: Babe I told you, Joe was trying to convince the department head to give him more money for shows. Ben: fuck yeah mate!!!! Bevs tonight to celebrate??? Joe: I absolutely need a beer. Or several. Rami: I’m in. Lucy: I’m there too! Ben: as the kids say, let’s get TURNT Joe: Please never say that again.

And that’s how Joe found himself bar-hopping in the city with his three closest friends. After closing out the bill in bar number three, Joe was starting to pass the threshold between tipsy and drunk. He debated about calling himself an Uber, pulling up the app to determine how much one would be. But suddenly his phone was ripped from his hand.

“What do you think you’re doing? The night is so very young, Joseph,” Ben slurred, locking Joe’s phone and putting it in his own pocket. Ben swung his arm around Joe’s shoulders. “We still gotta hit up Sully’s!”

“I’ve heard that place is such a dive, Ben. Can we go literally anywhere else?” Lucy asked, swirling the last of her cocktail before downing it. Rami’s arms were wrapped around her waist while he slowly swayed to the background music playing through the bar’s speakers.

“How else are we gonna find a girl who’ll be interested in Joe?” Ben said with a shit-eating grin, squeezing Joe’s shoulder.

“Gee thanks, Ben,” Joe replied with an eye roll.

“Besides, an old mate of mine is one of the bartenders there. I’m sure he can hook us up with some free drinks or something,” Ben added, practically dragging Joe towards the bar exit. Lucy and Rami followed behind without further argument.

After stumbling four or five blocks, the group finally found the correct street. A neon red sign reading “BAR” hung above the door and the name Sullivan Street was etched in white letters on the window.

Ben led the group inside the almost full bar. Joe couldn’t help but scan the room, Ben’s comment rolling around in his head. Not that he had been actively looking before tonight, but it had been awhile since Joe had been with someone. Mostly because his work took most of his focus away. But with only exam week left before the summer began, Joe felt like he finally had time for something. Or someone.

His eyes darted around the bar as the group continued to follow the blonde Brit. Ben wove through the crowd to the stairs leading to the second floor. The upper floor was much smaller and definitely less crowded. A small bar with one lone bartender was tucked in the corner, while the room was littered with high top tables. At the back of the room was a small stage boasting an array of instruments surrounding a large drumset with the words Parkway Diner neatly painted on the bass drum.

Ben made his way over to the bar, the group close behind. The lone bartender’s face lit up as Ben approached him. While the two exchanged pleasantries and a handshake, the group took seats at the bar, Joe continuing to survey his surroundings. A female laugh rang out and drew his attention to one of the high-tops closest to the stage. The laugh belonged to a small woman with bleached blonde hair that she styled in a messy pixie cut. Her burgundy crew-neck sweatshirt contrasted against the sea of tank tops and t-shirts the other bar-goers wore. A shiny black color coated her nails; standing out against the pale skin of her hand that held her beer.

Joe watched as she clinked that beer with the three men surrounding her at the table. Joe was immediately intrigued by the woman, who almost looked too young to be in a bar. He watched as she pulled out her phone, glancing at the screen before shoving it back into the pocket of her black jeans. She raised her hand, seemingly signaling something to the men around her. They immediately understood whatever the message was, as they all simultaneously left the table and headed through a door next to the stage.

Joe suddenly understood. They were the band, and they had five minutes until their set.

But the woman remained, downing the rest of her beer. She turned and surveyed the room, almost the same as Joe had been doing moments before. All of a sudden, her eyes connected with his, and he found himself smiling.

But the moment was brief, as the woman just continued to look around the room, not even noticing Joe.

“Earth to Mazzello!” Ben’s voice rang out in Joe’s ear, pulling him from his trance.

“Sorry, what?” Joe replied, turning to face his friend.

“Gwil, this inattentive asshole is my coworker, Joe,” Ben said to the tall bartender.

“Pleasure to meet you, Joe,” the bartender greeted, stretching his hand out for a shake. “I’m Gwilym, but call me Gwil.” Joe shook the man’s hand, quickly noticing how much the bartender towered over him.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Joe answered before quickly turning his attention back to the high top by the stage. But the woman had vanished, forcing Joe’s focus back to his friends. “Is there a band performing tonight?”

“Oh yeah. Friday nights we have a seventies pop and rock cover band called Parkway Diner,” Gwil responded, wiping down an empty glass.

“They any good?” Ben asked, playing with a lime on the bar before Gwil swatted his hand away.

“Oh, they’re way too good to be playing here. Their drummer and lead singer is incredible,” Gwil replied before gesturing to the rest of the group. “Drinks anyone? First round is on me.”

Drink orders were taken as a distracted Joe’s mind couldn’t shake the image of the small blonde woman. He looked at his watch, hoping the five minute warning she gave the other men was up soon so she’d reappear.

As if on cue, the other bar patrons began to cheer as the woman and her bandmates entered the stage. The woman pulled two drumsticks from her boot as she found her spot at the drum kit. Joe watched her curiously as she fidgeted with a microphone that was at level with her face.

Before Joe could inquire more about the woman, a guitar riff pierced through the bar. The woman seemed unfazed as she joined in on the drums, the rest of the band following suit. The woman leaned towards the microphone, never missing a beat before singing out.

Now if you're feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been paying Future's coming much too slow And you want to run but somehow you just keep on stayin' Can't decide on which way to go Yeah, yeah, yeah I understand about indecision But I don't care if I get behind People livin' in competition All I want is to have my peace of mind

Joe was entranced by the woman. Her voice was beautifully raspy and harsh, perfectly fitting the hard rock song. She belted every note with ease, all while she drummed away. Joe found himself hypnotized by her passion as she performed, each note and drum beat piercing through him. He felt a tap on his shoulder and a glass of beer was shoved in front of him. He grabbed it, his eyes not leaving the stage for even a moment.

Now you're climbin' to the top of the company ladder Hope it doesn't take too long Can'tcha you see there'll come a day when it won't matter? Come a day when you'll be gone, whoa I understand about indecision But I don't care if I get behind People livin' in competition All I want is to have my peace of mind Take a look ahead, take a look ahead, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Joe was completely blown away. The woman’s fervor in her performance was intoxicating; she played the drums like it was the most important thing she could ever do. But the thing that Joe was most affected by was the woman’s absolute joy as she struck each drum and sang each lyric. She smiled and laughed, seemingly losing herself in the music. Joe was almost jealous; he wracked his memories, trying to determine if he’d ever been that happy in his life.

Now everybody's got advice they just keep on givin' Doesn't mean too much to me Lots of people out to make-believe they're livin' Can't decide who they should be, whoa I understand about indecision But I don't care if I get behind People livin' in competition All I want is to have my peace of mind Take a look ahead, take a look ahead, look ahead

She sang out the last lyric with such intensity, that by the time she stopped singing, Joe realized he had been holding his breath. The woman continued to beat the set in front of her, finishing the song by throwing her sticks above her head.

Joe hadn’t even noticed the crowd that had formed in front of the group until they roared with applause. Joe joined in, cheering and clapping for the performance.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding, Gwil,” Rami shouted over the crowd.

“Yeah, they’re the real deal,” Gwil replied before turning his attention to another patron.

The band played a few more songs for the continually growing crowd. Joe’s friends chatted away behind him, while his attention never left the stage. Despite the several drinks he had consumed since the night began, Joe felt sober as ever. He only knew one thing: he needed to meet the woman on the stage before him.

As each song ended, Joe prayed that it was the last, wanting nothing more than for the woman to return to her original high top so he could weave his way over to her. He wanted to be around her, hear her speak, ask her questions. He was so fascinated by her and he didn’t even know her name.

Finally, the desperate man got his wish.

“Thanks everyone, we’re gonna take a short break and be back in a little bit,” the guitar player announced through his microphone.

Joe’s eyes followed the woman as she squeezed past her drumset and the discarded instruments amongst the stage. And much to his delight, she headed right his way.

“Gwilly! The usual please,” the woman shouted before slapping both hands on the bar counter next to Joe, paying him no mind.

“Already got it ready for ya,” Gwil replied, handing her a mixed drink. “Oh, Mar, this is an old mate of mine, Ben. And these are his friends.”

“Gwil, you have a friend other than me? I’m proud of you, bud,” the woman teased before sticking her tongue out at him. Gwil flipped her off in response.

“I’m Lucy and this is my boyfriend Rami. You’re so talented!” Lucy gushed as she rested her hand on her heart. The woman chuckled before responding, the sound like music to Joe’s ears. He wanted nothing more than to make her laugh again and again.

“I’m Marley. And thanks,” she replied quickly before taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m Joe,” Joe added, unable to hide the huge grin that had taken up residence on his face. Marley simply nodded in response, seemingly uninterested in the group’s presence.

“Pleasure,” Marley responded coldly, turning back to Gwil and taking another sip of her drink. “Gwil, can you tell Paul the right amp is being weird again? I can still hear a tiny bit of feedback.”

Joe wanted her attention again, but the woman seemed more focused on the drink in her hand than anything else.

“Why can’t you tell him?” Gwil countered, pouring a beer for himself.

“He’s still mad I called him a cuntfuck, so he’s giving me the silent treatment,” Marley answered, before she downed the rest of her drink, slammed the glass on the counter, and headed back in the direction of the stage.

And just like that she was gone. The group was left speechless, with Joe caught up on the way she said “cuntfuck” so casually.

“Well she’s a friendly one, huh?” Ben sarcastically commented after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Yeah that’s Mar for ya. She’s a bit rough around the edges. Took her months of playing here to finally warm up to me,” Gwil offered.

“Is she single?” Joe asked, his own words surprising him. He had been thinking it, but wasn’t planning on actually asking it. Gwil let out a deep belly laugh.

“Good luck with that one, mate. Like I said, tough one to crack,” Gwil said, continuing to laugh.

Joe furrowed his brow, put off by the man’s laugh at his expense. So she was not the most friendly person at first. Big deal, Joe had met people like her before. He had students who put up the same walls. He knew that under her hard shell, she was full of passion. He could tell by the way she lost herself in her music.

Joe knew he had to be patient. He knew people like that needed time to open up, to be vulnerable. He didn’t want to “figure her out”; he didn’t want to search through her soul and dig up her deepest insecurities. He wanted her to offer herself openly, to trust him enough to let down her walls.

Joe chastised himself for only saying two words to her, feeling like he fumbled their first meeting. But he wasn’t going to let that or Gwil’s reaction deter him.

Marley. Her name rang through his mind as he watched her return to her spot behind the bass drum, effortlessly twirling a drumstick between her fingers. The familiar intro of “Roxanne” by the Police rang out through the room. Joe spotted an empty high top closer to the stage, the same table the band had occupied before their first set. He made his way over to it, weaving through the droves of people singing along, leaving his friends and the judgmental bartender behind. He leaned on the table, nursing his beer as Marley and the rest of the band played their hearts out. Joe’s eyes centered in on the fiery blonde, watching every flick of her wrists, every arch of her back. She finished singing the first chorus and flung her head to the side, letting the music dictate her movement. She bobbed to the beat of the musical break, turning to survey the crowd.

And for the second time that night, her eyes locked onto Joe’s. This time he wasn’t grinning like an idiot. He kept his eyes soft, but his face almost completely neutral. Her stare lingered for a moment, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips before turning back to the mic to start the next verse.

Progress, Joe thought. He only wanted to pique her curiosity in him, to even the playing field a bit. Marley had taken up so much space in Joe’s head already, he wanted her to wonder about him too.

The rest of the group eventually joined him at the high top as the night went on. Rami and Lucy swayed to the music and even sang along to some of the songs, with Ben more focused on the drunk brunette who had been hanging all over him for the past half hour. Every once in awhile, Marley’s eyes would meet Joe’s. Each meeting was like a duel, both parties challenging the other to look away. Joe won every time, having the advantage of not having to perform for a group of rowdy bar-goers.

After a few more classic seventies hits, the band finally finished their set to deafening applause from the crowd. Joe had to admit that Gwil was right about one thing, they really were way too good to be playing in a dive bar like Sully’s. Joe wondered if they played original music, filing that question away for when he actually got to have an actual conversation with Marley.

The three men each bowed while Marley simply gave the audience a half-assed mock salute before climbing off the stage and heading straight back to the bar. Joe stood up straight from the table, before an arm snaked around his shoulders.

“You ready to call it?” Lucy asked, resting her head against Joe. “Rami is seconds away from falling asleep. I think Ben fucked off somewhere with that girl so the three of us can split an Uber.” Joe glanced in the direction of the bar, the stools empty except for Marley, who appeared to be having a wildly dramatic conversation with Gwil.

“I think I’m gonna stick around, Luce. But thanks,” Joe replied, snaking his own arm around Lucy’s back to pull her into a side hug.

“Okay, text me when you get home so I know you’re not dead,” she added before peeling Rami off the high top.

“Will do.”

He patted his pocket and suddenly realized that Ben still had his phone. Well shit. He shook the thought from his head. He had more important matters to attend to.

Once the pair disappeared down the stairs, Joe began to make his way back over to the bar. He quickly downed the rest of his beer as he approached, giving him a reason to go to the bar other than the woman perched at it. Suddenly he was cut off by a hand landing on his shoulder.

“Hey, there you are. Where are the lovebirds?” Ben questioned, eyes darting around in search of the couple.

“They headed out. Where have you been?” Joe countered, shrugging Ben’s hand off.

“Oh you know, the bathroom,” Ben answered evasively. Joe then noticed the dark mark under Ben’s left ear and he suddenly understood.

“For fuck’s sake, Ben. Not even taking her back to your place this time? You just knocked it out in the bathroom of a shitty bar?” Joe teased, shaking his head.

“Hey, I offered, but the girl had no patience. I just gave her what she wanted,” Ben boasted. Joe rolled his eyes.

“What a gentleman,” Joe commented. “Can I have my phone back please?”

“So what are you still doing here?” Ben asked, slamming Joe in the chest with his own phone. Joe took the phone back and simply looked in the direction of the bar at the woman seated there. She was laughing at something Gwil had said, the sound carrying throughout the bar that was slowly emptying now that the show was over. Ben followed Joe’s eyes and understood immediately. “You trying to go for the drummer?”

“I just want to talk to her,” Joe admitted, his voice low.

“Well good thing your best friend is here to wingman for ya,” Ben offered, swinging an arm around Joe’s shoulders. Joe shrugged it off with a chuckle.

“Lucy is my best--”

“Shut up, let’s go,” Ben interrupted before heading towards the bar. He slapped his palms down on the counter, much like Marley had done before. He slid on the stool one away from Marley, giving Joe the opportunity to take the spot next to her. Maybe Ben did know what he was doing. Joe took his seat, briefly glancing to his right. He found Marley’s brown eyes glaring at him for a moment before turning back to her drink.

“Gwilym, another round for me and Joseph. The boy needs it,” Ben exclaimed. The tall bartender nodded before grabbing two glasses.

Joe pondered what to say to the woman next to him. He wanted to come off as cool and collected, not wanting to act like he was as engrossed by her as he truly was. He didn’t want her to think he was some slimy dude trying to get in her pants. He needed to establish himself as someone as intriguing as she was. Gwil handed him his beer with a nod and a knowing smile. He was onto Joe.

Joe pushed the bartender out of his head and leaned slightly in Marley’s direction.

“I’m sure you hear this all the time, but you’ve got a killer voice,” Joe offered, his own voice somewhat quiet so only she could hear him. He played the sentence back in his head. Was it too gushy? Was it too cliche? Suddenly his normal confidence when talking to women was disappearing. He was second-guessing himself. He found himself briefly glancing at Ben for his reaction, but the Brit was too wrapped up in a conversation with Gwil. He was on his own. Some wingman, Joe thought. But his trepidation was immediately sated by Marley’s slight chuckle.

“Eh, I don’t mind hearing it anyway. Thanks,” Marley answered, holding her drink towards him, almost as a peace offering. Joe smiled and clinked his glass against hers. They both took a sip of their respective drinks before Joe continued.

“It kind of begs the question, what the hell are you doing in a place like this?” Joe inquired, propping his elbow on the bar and his chin on his knuckles. Marley was unfazed by the question, giving a noncommittal shrug.

“Pays the bills,” she responded, fingers tracing the condensation on her glass.

“Why seventies music?” Joe asked. Marley finally turned to face him, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

“You are just full of questions, aren’t you?” Marley challenged. Joe was unsure if she was genuinely annoyed or just playing with him. He decided to take the risk.

“How else are we supposed to get to know each other?”

“Who says I want to get to know you?”

“Well you haven’t called me a ‘cuntfuck” yet, so I’m taking that as a good sign.”

Marley threw her head back with a cackle, the sound reverberating through Joe’s chest.

“Touche, random guy, touche,” she finally said, arching an eyebrow. “You haven’t been a cuntfuck. At least not yet.”

“I guess there’s still time,” Joe added with a smile. “And it’s Joe.”

“Right. Joe,” she corrected, unfolding her arms and relaxing a bit. Joe was now close enough to notice that her maroon sweatshirt had small white text across the front of it. Squinting to try and decipher it in the dim lighting of the bar, he suddenly recognized the words. The infamous “to be or not to be” speech from Hamlet.

“Shakespeare, huh?” Joe pointed out, nodding his head in the direction of the text in question. “A woman after my own heart.”

Another deep cackle. This one a bit more forced than the last.

“Not in the slightest,” Marley responded with a smirk, patting Joe’s thigh and turning back to sip her drink. The interaction was confusing, her words like a slap in the face but her touch warming every inch of his body. Joe couldn’t let himself get caught up in the moment. He had to keep the conversation going, or she’d lose interest.

“So do you agree with Hamlet?” Joe asked. Marley cocked her head, clearly surprised by either the question itself or the fact that Joe wasn’t discouraged by her rejection. Maybe both. She turned back to the man, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you asking if I agree that the concept of death is scary? Or if I agree that taking one’s life is the most powerful thing one can do the combat the shittiness of living? Because both questions are pretty heavy-handed considering we’ve just met,” Marley argued, leaning forward to emphasize her point.

“Would you rather I ask about your favorite color or whether you prefer Coke to Pepsi?” Joe countered, arching an eyebrow. Marley paused, eyeing Joe up and down and pursing her lips.

“I would rather ask you a question for once, oh curious one,” she finally answered. More progress. He had her hooked. “So. Joe. What do you do? You know, other than pester random women in bars.” It was Joe’s turn to chuckle.

“I’m a theatre professor over at the college,” Joe revealed. Marley smirked and nodded.

“Oh, yeah. That explains a lot,” Marley commented, before finishing her drink. Joe folded his arms this time, leaning closer.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Marley opened her mouth to respond, but Gwil appeared.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re closing up shop soon,” the bartender admitted, swinging a towel over his shoulder and handing Joe his bill. Joe glanced at his watch. 1:57am. He groaned, knowing his time with the woman was up.

“Well, this certainly has been...a conversation,” Marley declared, drumming her fingers on her thighs. Joe signed his bill with a smile.

“That it was,” Joe replied, before grabbing a cocktail napkin. He jotted down his number and slid the napkin towards Marley. She eyed the napkin with an arched eyebrow. “In case you want to banter with me again.”

Marley’s eyes flashed between Joe and the napkin a few times. Joe held his breath, hoping the bold move would pay off. After a few more seconds and another pursing of her lips, she snatched the napkin and stuffed it into her pocket. Without another word, she hopped off the stool and disappeared into the door next to the stage.

Joe finally let out the breath he had been holding, sliding off of his own bar stool. Ben nudged him.

“How’d you do? I’ll be honest, I was not paying attention whatsoever,” Ben admitted, as the two men began to make their way down the stairs and towards the bar’s exit.

“Yeah, I noticed. And I think it went well. I gave her my number,” Joe answered. Ben chuckled and shook his head lovingly.

“Mate, you’re supposed to get her number,” Ben countered as he pushed the front door of the bar open for the two of them.

“I figured she probably wouldn’t give it to me if I asked. So I put the ball in her court,” Joe said with a shrug.

A short Uber ride later, Joe found himself back in his own apartment. He sighed as he settled into bed, Marley still at the forefront of his mind. Everything about her was absolutely fascinating. She had a youthful radiance about her, yet she was hard and cynical. She performed with such love for what she was doing, but the second she was off the stage, she hated the world. Joe hadn’t met anyone like her before.

But for now all he could do was let his mind wander, and hope that he’d hear from her soon.

All he could do was wait.

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Here I Am, There You Are Pt. 4

Jack Barakat x OC ‘Rachel has been best friends with Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack since high school. What happens when one of them gets married?’

Part 4

“Hey,” I whispered and dipped down to kiss Jack’s neck before continuing the whisper in his ear, “it’s Christmas.” He softly groaned and his eyes fluttered open, falling directly on my figure. “Am I still dreaming?”

“No,” I shook my head and hit his chest lightly in disgust, “I’m only sitting on top of you because I’m trying to wake you up!”

“Well, I’m awake, so…” His hands, which were first at his sides, now trailed up my legs and towards my hips.

“Dude,” I climbed back off of him and got off the bed as well, “it’s Christmas.”

“Why do you keep calling me dude?” he breathed out loudly and looked at me, catching a glimpse of my shirt rising up as I put my hair up in a ponytail.

I gave him a weird look and slid one of the hair ties from my wrist before dropping my arms down again. “Bro.”

“Ah, yes, so much better,” he commented sarcastically.

But he got his revenge. While I was still standing close to the bed, he suddenly sat up a little, reached out, and managed to grab me around my waist, pulling me back on the bed. I yelped in surprise and couldn’t help laughing loudly as he started tickling me. I was squirming around, subconsciously trying to kick him off me, while he was poking at my sides. There was no way to deny it, I was super ticklish, and Jack knew that. He always took it to his advantage. I could break into a fit of giggles if he grazed my skin too lightly while we had sex.

There was a loud knock at the door before it was harshly kicked open, hitting the wall loudly. Ethan was stood on the other side, still in his pajamas, and looking very excited. Although sixteen, he didn’t let anything take him down on this day.

“It’s Christmas, bitches!” he announced with a power stance.

“That it is!” I agreed just as enthusiastically as I jumped up from the bed yet again that morning, now completely awake and pumped due to my laughter. “Time to go downstairs!”

“Hell, yeah!”

Ethan and I started charging towards the stairs, but I took a detour. “But first, I gotta go to the bathroom!”

I disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind myself. Although I knew my brother was waiting for me, I took my time to use the toilet and wash my face. Since it was Christmas morning, I knew I wasn’t going to get to take a shower for a long time. We always stayed in our pajamas until the afternoon. I wanted to be at least a little clean.

To be honest, I wasn’t actually planning on being home for Christmas, let alone with Jack. It would have been the first year I wouldn’t have spent it with my family. I was going to stay in LA, but I was actually going to spend it there with Jack. The whole plan was already set. So, why did I end up buying last minute tickets and coming back home? Well, my sister was originally going to come over with her almost-husband. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to come as well, and it wasn’t at all that I was trying to hide Jack from her--she actually knew about our relationship, just not many details. I just figured it would have been way too much for my parents to handle for an entire week. But, then my sister canceled. Her fiance, Christopher, had to make a last minute business trip to the Bahamas, and Anna went along--don’t ask me why the hell why work required him to go there, because I did not know either. So, I felt obliged to go home. I told Jack I was going to go home after all and he asked to come along. I was okay with it, as were my parents, and that was that.

I exited the bathroom again so see Ethan waiting, both bored and excited. He perked up a little when he saw me again. “You were taking ages, so I told Jack to use my bathroom.”

Just at that second, Jack came back out of my brother’s room. It was as if his action had flipped a switch for both me and Ethan, and we both rushed up to the stairs. Before we went down, though, we both froze on the first step and looked at each other. The adrenaline was already rushing through my body and it was urging me to get a move on already.

There were no instructions needed as Ethan started counting down, “three, two, one, go!”

We both sprinted down the stairs, trying our best not to mess up and trip while also trying to get the other out of the way. Our arms were in front of each other so we could try to block each other while still moving. Once downstairs, we took a sharp turn of nearly one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, down the hall. The wood floor was particularly slippery ever since my parents had polished it again for Christmas, but neither of us was wearing socks. Still, it was easy to face plant at a speed like this. We took a sharp left, through the two-way swing door, which could screw you over. If the other was just a bit faster, you’d get hit by it in your face. But it was a close one this time and we both rushed into the kitchen. Our parents were already there, making breakfast. On the bar were three mugs waiting for us. Ethan picked up the last one, meaning I got to take a closer one and we both started chugging the hot chocolate with marshmallows. Although it was a perfect temperature--meaning nobody could burn themselves on it--the mini marshmallows were always my downfall. Ethan just swallowed them like it was nothing, while I had to make sure I wouldn’t choke like I had done eight years ago. Surprisingly, Ethan and I slammed our mugs back on the counter at the same time this year and started running through the dining room, dodging the chairs and other furniture, and into the living room. Ethan jumped over the back of the couch and laid down quickly, bringing me to a halt.

“Oh, come on!” I shouted in annoyance.

“Ha, ha! I won!” he laughed with glee. “And you didn’t even have to let me win!”

“I totally let you win!” I argued and walked around the couch to join him.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” he snorted and brushed my argument off.

“I used to let you win, and now I regret that,” I sighed, nudging him with my foot since I was still standing, and joked, “The number of times I kept that door open for you… I should have just let it slam in your five-year-old face.”

“Yeah, you might have actually won now if I had sustained enough injuries back then.”

I walked up to the fireplace and took the gift in Ethan’s Christmas stocking before taking the two gifts out of my own. My sister’s was also hanging alongside them, right in between mine and Ethan’s. But that one was empty. I assumed my parents must have sent her her gift in the mail, but it was still quite upsetting to see.

When I went to turn around to go back to Ethan, I saw Jack going into the kitchen from the living/dining room entrance, looking a little traumatized. He was treading carefully, looking around in shock.

“Don’t worry, Jack,” my mom assured, putting down the oven mitts as the smell of freshly baked goods entered the living room, “you don’t have to chug your hot chocolate.”

“This is mine?” he carefully asked, pointing at the mug Ethan and I left on the bar.

“Yes, all yours. I’m also making coffee, but we always start Christmas off this way.” She smiled and Jack nodded cautiously before taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, Rachel, look what you did. The poor boy’s wondering what he got himself into!”

“Don’t worry, he loves me,” I shrugged off and let myself fall onto the couch, causing Ethan to retract his feet.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Jack commented and slowly came to join us.

“Rather break up with you than break a tradition with my brother.” I stuck out my tongue at Jack and hugged Ethan’s legs to me.

“Don’t touch me,” Ethan complained and kicked his feet so I couldn’t do anything but let go.

“He knows what’s up,” Jack gave Ethan a nod and sat next to me, drinking some more of the hot chocolate he was savoring.

“Dude, you can talk,” I accused, referring to what went down when I had woken him up that very morning.

“Really? Again?” Jack breathed out with exasperation and looked at me. But it wasn’t because I practically just said out loud that we were quite sexually active.

“Fine,” I sighed dramatically, “you can talk, babe.”

“Gross.” Ethan scrunched up his nose while he looked at us.

“Right?!” I was so happy that there was one more person who thought that nickname was weird for me to use. Not even a second later, though, I leaned back against Jack and he put the arm, which I was pushing against, on the backrest while drinking more hot chocolate.

If you couldn’t tell by now, Jack and I had quite a… casual… relationship. Not in the sense that we were sleeping with other people or dating on the side. We were completely exclusive and all the labels were set. If that didn’t say anything, then us approaching nine months of dating should. It was just impossible for us to act all lovey-dovey to each other. I had been able to do it towards some of my ex-boyfriends, but I just couldn’t leave behind the deeper underlying friendship Jack and I already had. We had just seen too much of each other to act like we were ever perfect human beings. And to be honest, I preferred it this way. There was no real standard to uphold, we were just ourselves. And, yes, that included it being weird for me to use cute nicknames.

“I can call you cheesepuff if you prefer, cause I do really like cheesepuffs,” I offered as a genuine idea.

“That is so sappy,” Ethan shook his head before Jack could make a comment, and sat up to snatch the gift I had taken from his stocking and meant to give to him. “Now, gimme that.”

I rolled my eyes and took a look at the two gifts I had left. There was a label stuck to both of them. The first one had my name scribbled in my mom’s handwritten, so I assumed and checked that the other had Jack’s name. After I confirmed that it was indeed for him, I handed it over. He seemed quite surprised.

“I also get something?” he frowned in confusion and looked at the gift suspiciously while Ethan had already opened his.

“You really have to catch up on your Steward Christmas traditions, Cheesepuff,” I nudged with a wink and started carefully lifting up the tape on my gift.

“Yeah, ‘Cheesepuff’ isn’t going to work.” Jack pursed his lips and shook his head.

“I’m just going to have to start calling you ‘babe’ then, aren’t I? The more I say it, the easier it will be to get used to… But, hey, that will be my Christmas gift from me to you.”

“And your New Year’s resolution!” he added with a grin.

“There we go! Two birds with one stone!”

Finally, Jack also started opening his gift. I already knew the main gist of what was in the gift for all of us. Like I said before, it was a tradition. It was a tradition that had been around ever since Anna was four and I was six, way before Ethan was born. The object was always the same, but what exactly it was was always different.

So, to me, it didn’t sound weird when I heard Ethan exclaim, “Okay, I’ve got the best ones! Reindeer pugs!”

“Umm, excuse me, mine are the best,” I corrected and held up the socks I had gotten for him to see. “Sloths with Christmas hats on gifts.”

“Okay, this is pretty adorable,” Jack chipped in with his own, showing the black socks that each had one kitten with a Santa hat on and a couple of gifts. They were the most neutral, but I understood that. Ethan and I would get the weirdest ones, and it would get weirder every year, but my mom did want to get something nice for Jack.

“Did I do it right or are you going to trade?” My mom asked as both my parents joined us, sitting in the two recliners. We had done it before, when we both preferred what the other had gotten--of course, that was only in the recent years because we had similar sizes.

“Mine are the best,” Ethan repeated with a nod.

“No, mine definitely are,” I snorted and pulled the tag off, putting them on immediately.

I helped Ethan do the same to his socks since he just cut his finger on the plastic while Jack understood what he had to do next. He didn’t need any help and slid on his socks before I could even put on mine. Immediately, he thanked my mom, which was the polite thing to do. For me and Ethan, though, our excitement was more than enough for my mom to know we loved the gift yet again and that we were grateful.

And then slowly but surely we transitioned to the rest of the gifts. My dad brought coffee to the table and we started with our secret santas. At least my sister had canceled just soon enough for nobody to have bought their gifts when they were still doing it together, after all everybody always bought their gifts last minute. I didn’t know how much the order had changed when Jack and I joined, but I sure was glad with the person I needed to get a gift for.

Ethan was the first allowed to open his gift. It was the largest on the table and he was the youngest, so that was just an immediate election to go first. As a kid, I hated never being allowed to go first, but I appreciated it now, especially during Secret Santa. Having to guess who got you the gift first was horrifying.

It was now always my brother’s job. He made the most of it and ripped away the paper that had been so carefully wrapped despite the difficult shape. Eventually, one wheel was revealed before the entire skateboard came out.

“Okay, this is awesome.” He was sporting a very big smile as he turned over the deck to see the design on the bottom.

We all let him and ourselves admire the gift for a bit longer before my mom asked, “so who do you think got it for you?”

Ethan then froze up and eyed us all suspiciously to see if we would break. “Well, either way mom or Rachel must have wrapped it. But if they got it, that’s the question. Hmm…” He took a look at the other gifts still on the table and then at the gifts still under the tree. Recognition flashed across his face and he turned to me and Jack. “It’s one of you. We don’t have this wrapping paper at home.” He then stared both me and Jack down before giving a statement, “okay. It’s from Jack, but… Rachel helped him buy it and wrapped it for him.”

“Told you he’d get it,” I nudged Jack.

“I’m impressed,” Jack nodded with some amazement, “just one correction. I bought it by myself at a custom shop on tour, but Rachel did tell me what you wanted.”

“Well, it’s amazing. It’s exactly what I wanted,” Ethan thanked, taking another good look at the skateboard. Jack had spent a little extra money actually getting it custom made instead of buying one that was already ready-made. Ethan had this specific idea of all the colors he wanted for parts I knew nothing about, and Jack delivered.

Then, I got to go since we were now going clockwise. My gift wasn’t as large as Ethan’s and it also wasn’t as customized, but I still loved it. I had gotten two mugs shaped like gigantic marshmallows along with a pack of shaved chocolate I could mix with hot milk to make hot chocolate. Immediately, I knew who had gotten it for me.

“Thanks, Ethan,” I grinned at him.

“What?! How did you figure that out?!” He exclaimed, taken aback that I knew it without having to think beforehand.

“You’re not invested in your gift enough, you’re watching me instead.”

“Goddammit!”

“Ethan!” My mom scolded as soon as the words had left his mouth.

“Sorry,” he apologized, “dogdammit.”

Jack was next to go. He had gotten some nice wine glasses without stem from my mom. We were going to have to figure out how to bring them back home safely, but even I really liked the glasses. They weren’t just some silly cop-out gift. We could both tell that the four glasses had a really good quality. I was going to have to get some for myself even though I didn’t drink much at all, if anything. Friends who came over would like them. I knew Lisa would freak out over them as well.

I had gotten my dad his secret santa gift. It was always difficult finding a good gift for him. He never really wanted or needed anything. Well, of course, he’d want a super nice sports car, even I did, but I did not earn enough money to just go around buying cars for people. If he needed a new phone or laptop, I would have gotten it for him--maybe not for secret santa, but definitely for Christmas--but he didn't need those either. He was just a simple man. But I knew he liked his jokes as well. So, I bought him a gift box full of funny socks. It was sort of a reference to the fact that he and my mom always got us weird socks, but also because I just thought they were amazing. He promised he’d wear them to work sometime.

And, then, of course, my dad had my mom. He had bought her some new sheets since she always kept bugging him about wanting new ones and that all the ones they owned were outdated. She was over the moon, which pleasantly surprised my dad.

“I was completely unsure what to give. I need to get you multiple gifts because of this. I’m just glad you like it,” he explained why he was so shocked.

“That’s why I was praying to not get Jack when we drew names,” I said to agree with my dad. I knew where he was coming from.

“Excuse me!” Jack gasped in mock offense.

“I love you and I love giving you things,” I put one hand on his shoulder, “but I am not creative enough to think of multiple gifts.”

“Makes sense,” Jack gave in after wanting to shoot back a counter-argument. He had to admit that he couldn’t do that for me either. I even wanted to bet that he only got me one gift, but that that gift was quite expensive.

And I was correct. The fact that it came in a Tiffany & Co box already said enough. Although I knew I would murder Jack if I ever found out how much it had cost, I couldn’t deny that it was absolutely beautiful. The rose gold hinged bangle bracelet had Roman numerals cut into it, a single round diamond placed between each numeral. After I put it on, I expressed how beautiful I thought it was. I barely got to thank and kiss Jack before my mom tugged on my arm and wanted to take a look as well. She then praised him for his choice, making him chuckle softly.

There was no way I was going to beat that gift, and there was no way I was going to beat how expensive it was. I hoped that he like the whole idea of getting meaningful gifts. He liked it when it was his birthday, but that was before we had been dating for so long. Back then, it was just stupid to get him something expensive and flashy because anything could have still happened to us. I had gotten him two gifts, though. The first one…

“A bathrobe?” my mom questioned after Jack had opened his first gift and held it up.

“Umm, excuse me, a monogrammed bathrobe,” I scoffed like the letters ‘JB’ made the gift so much better before giving the better explanation, “it’s an inside joke.”

Jack winked at me while my mom went ‘oh’. It wasn’t like I was just going to give my boyfriend a random bathrobe. We always joked about Jack needing something to quickly cover up, whether that be when walking around his (or my) house in just his boxers or nothing and the doorbell going or when wanting to walk around the tour bus naked. He just needed to have something that let him do so in style. Hence the monogrammed letters. They just made it so much classier. (That was sarcasm, by the way).

The next gift was a little more serious and came in the shape of a long tube. I hadn’t brought it here from LA. I had bought it the last time we were here, without Jack knowing. We were staying at that hotel and I went out for a coffee with one of my cousins while Jack decided to sleep off his hangover (this wasn’t from the dinner with my parents). With some time to spare before I was going to meet up, I went into a small antique shop. That’s where I bought the gift for Jack despite not knowing if we were still going to be together. My parents were going to ship it over closer to Christmas, but we came to it instead.

Jack slowly removed the paper from the tube and unrolled it. It was an authentic old map of Maryland. The paper had faded to that nice orangey-yellow color. The writing almost fit with Jack’s monogrammed bathrobe, only a little more legible. And it wasn’t just a small thing either. We were still going to have to get him a nice frame for it. Although not exactly, it was just over the size of an A2 piece of paper.

“Oh, wow.” He took a closer look, amazed by the gift I didn’t even know why I had given him. “I know exactly where I can hang this up in my apartment.”

Once we finished with all the gifts and put all the wrapping paper in the fireplace to burn that evening, we had breakfast. But it wasn’t long until my parents had to leave for church. I let them get ready and leave while I did the dishes. Well, it was actually me just putting everything into the dishwasher and then turning it on, but still, I cleaned up the entire table and kitchen.

“I’m actually very glad you guys are here and not Anna and Chris,” Ethan said out of nowhere, laying on the couch yet again and throwing a ball of wrapping paper up, catching it, and throwing it yet again.

“Don’t say that!” I frowned as I dried my hands, which I had just washed after finishing with all the dishes.

“But it’s true,” I could hear him practically rolling his eyes. “If they were here, it would have either been go to church or stay at home alone. Neither of those options are preferred.”

“What, really?” Jack challenged from the recliner he was sitting on. “Back when I was sixteen, I would have killed to be at home alone.”

Ethan stopped throwing the makeshift ball. “It’s boring all alone. What the hell is there to do?”

“Umm, watch porn with sound coming from the speakers and masturbating, obviously,” Jack snorted. “I still do that.”

“Rachel,” Ethan complained, “your boyfriend is a bad influence on me!”

“He is a bad influence on everybody,” I retorted as I joined them again.

Before I could find my own place to sit, Jack reached out and pulled me into his lap, causing me to sit at an angle at first. “You know me so well, I have fully 'influenced' you.”

I shifted a little so my weight was no longer just on the leg closest to his torso. “Hmm, not true,” I shook my head and brushed his hair with my fingers, “I don’t watch porn through the speakers when I’m at home alone.”

“We’ll have to change that, then.”

“I think I’m just fine,” I apologized and gave his head a few pats before stretching so I could reach the remote on the coffee table, “I’m going to find a Christmas movie to watch instead.”

“I want to watch, so please don’t get too ‘coupley’,” Ethan begged, already turned away from us so he didn’t have to watch us.

“I promise I will not randomly make out during a Christmas movie,” I told him as a joke. Of course I wasn’t going to take it far in front of other people. That was for behind closed doors.

“I don’t,” Jack snorted.

“Oh, fuck off.” I flicked his arm and started searching through Netflix, resting my head in the crook of his neck.

After this, I wasn’t going to see my family again until my sister’s wedding. It was going to be quite the adventure.

#all time low fanfiction #jack barakat fanfiction #all time low #jack barakat #all time low imagine #jack barakat imagine #here I am there you are

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mummybear · 6 years ago

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How things change- Chapter 3 The unlikely allies

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Warnings: Mentions of bruises and marks from sex, Swearing, Mentions major Character death

Pairings/Characters: Stiles Stilinski x OC, Peter Hale, mentions of Lydia Martin

Alex stood there out in the hall, finding herself between Derek's loft and the outside, just staring, out into the night. At the world outside, the duskiness of the early morning creeping in, as the rain continued hammering down onto the pavement.

One of the only things that had burnt its way into Alex's brain, from less than ten minutes ago Stiles. Everything single thing about him, being in there alone, wishing that she could just stay with him.

Mainly she was completely overtaken by the way that he had smiled at her, just before he had fallen asleep, looking into her eyes as he drifted off. The look of total bliss on his face, but behind that she could also see the burning sadness that lay there, Stiles was trying to hide it, but she knew him, more than she knew anyone or anything.

He was worried about her, he knew she was doing this no matter what happened to her, and he was upset that no matter what he said, that she wasn't changing her mind.

He was desperate to come up with another plan, in his typical Stiles fashion trying to save everyone.

Alex took a deep breath as she stepped outside and into the downpour. Inhaling deeply, she stepped outside the scent of the rain filling her nostrils, a lone tear slipped silently and unseen down her cheek, as the rain completely covered her in seconds.

Trying to shake Stiles' face from her mind was seeming more and more like an impossible task. When she turned for one last glimpse. She remembered leaving him, his face so peaceful. Showing none of the tenseness or worry from the day, the only thing that was visible on his face was a small smile. As he slipped soundlessly asleep and Alex would do anything so that she was able to see that look on his face forever.

The tears continued running down her rosy cheeks, still going unnoticed as she let herself cry, letting her emotions free while she could. Because she couldn't afford to show any, not a hint of emotion at all soon.

Especially not with what she was about to do, in fact, there was no guarantee that the pack or her alfa would ever forgive her.

Alex heard the car before she was able to see any sign of it, she didn't bother wiping her face, as she was soaked to the bone anyway. Instead, she took another deep breath, shutting down her emotions just how she had taught herself to long ago.

Stepping onto the curb she was just in time to see a sleek black car, as it rounded the corner. The car pulled up beside her and the passenger door swung open.

A smirking face looked up at her as she climbed into the car, she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him as she took her seat. Shutting the door behind her, looking over at him she only wanted to roll her eyes again. "Just drive," she said her voice void of any emotion, not daring to look back to where he was.

Her face a mask as he pulled away, Alex could feel his eyes on her but remained silent as she put her hair up into a ponytail, refusing to speak as of yet, afraid her voice would crack

Quickly she wiped the mixture of rain and tears from her face, pulling down the visor she looked at her reflection, using it to help her hair out as well when she spoke.

"Are you sure that you're up for this?" Alex asked turning to look at him.

Peter let out a hearty chuckle, "Do you even know me?" he laughed, with a roll of his eyes as he looked at Alex.

Her expression was not even a little bit impressed, Peter sighed but continued, "Look I will happily wipe more scum from the earth, and I will also put up with the crap from the boy scouts. But you know as well as I do that he will come back. Have you ever noticed that nothing dies for good in this town, I'll probably be killing him again in a months time.

"I can't say you're wrong, but hopefully we can buy ourselves time to come up with something a little more permanent. Like I've said before, while I don't disagree with Scott and Stiles, about you being a dick that is, then there's you being evil and all" she smirked at him and smiled back, nodding for her to continue.

"All that being said, I trust you, I don't know why. I can't put my finger on it but I do, if you fuck me over you will regret it. Make no mistake," she said fixing him with a look that would make most men wither away, Peter, however, kept the same smug look on his face.

"And just like I have said before, leave the ragtag team behind, I am the only Alfa you should be working with, the true Alfa. We could be so powerful together, unstoppable you might say" he winked, he turned to look at her in time to see her rolling her eyes again.

"Dude, seriously, you aren't even an Alfa anymore. And you know that isn't what I want" she noticed the tense of his shoulders, as her words hit him and decided it was best not to piss him off, she really was going to need his help after all.

"No, I know. All the same, I really am looking forward to slashing that little bastards throat" He said calmly with only a slight edge to his voice, which was all the more alarming as the car roared forward.

"Good. Because I am really gonna need to be able to trust you" Alex said, her voice somehow serious and emotionless at the same time.

It was taking her everything she had to keep herself together. Unable to stop the flashes of Stiles, that were constantly running through her mind. Just like a guilty conscious, begging for her not to go through with her plan. but she couldn't listen, she knew that no matter what he thought of her, she needed to do this, for her and everyone else.

Most of all she couldn't let anything happen to him, that adorably goofy dork. Who's smile made her heart tighten and made her cheeks burn. Alex knew how Theo worked though, he wasn't gonna let this go until one of them was dead, or he got his own way.

That just wasn't an option, no way in hell would Alex let him win. No way no how it really wasn't up for question, it didn't matter what happened to her this needed to be done.

Peter cleared his throat loudly, feeling a little awkward as the young girl in his car was lost deep in thought. With tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

Alex jumped at the unexpected noise, quickly shaking herself from her thoughts. "You sure that you're up to this?" Peter asked carefully, more gentle than she had ever heard his voice before.

Alex looked out of the window and noticed they were pulling up outside her house, Alex ignored the question and the tears in her eyes. Instead, the wall went back up, and the mask was back in place, at least until she made it into her house because she needed to get this out of her system, or tonight would for sure be a disaster.

"I'll be ready by seven, get what you need and meet me back here then," Alex said forcefully, pushing the door open but before she could get both feet out of the car, Peter had grabbed her arm.

"Do you like that arm by any chance?" She growled, turning to look at him.

Peter sighed before he spoke, "Look just make sure you're ready, and up for this because we'll only get one shot at this" He was using the best tone of a friendly warning that he could muster.

She just nodded at him, stepping out of the car back into the heavy downpour. Peter was clearly waiting for something, "I'll be ready" she stated firmly. Not waiting to see if he had left she turned and headed for her front door.

Shutting the door behind her, she collapsed back against it falling to the ground. Holding her head in her hands, she thanked God her mother was away on business this week.

Alex sat there for what felt like a minute but it had been an hour when she looked at her phone, she had a missed call from Lydia and a voicemail.

"Hey Alex, look please stay in tonight, I've been having a bad feeling all day, but it's getting worse. I hope you and Stiles managed to work things out. If you need anything you know where I am honey, just call me and I'll come over. Just please stay home okay, I love you.

A tear slipped down her cheek as the voicemail ended, "I'm so sorry lyds" she whispered to her phone as she turned it off.

Sighing loudly she pushed herself from the floor and headed to her bedroom. Finding her determination to end this, she needed to stop this and if killing the son of a bitch took her with him so be it. There was no way in hell she would be bowing to him or his lackeys, and their wishes, at least this way everyone would be safe, for a while anyway.

She was practically marching up the stairs, walking right through her bedroom, she went into her en-suite. Turning on the shower, she stripped the still soaked clothes from her body.

Stepping into the welcoming steam of the shower, as it burned her skin a little she realised that maybe she had sat in her soaking clothes too long. But the burn was welcome as she tilted her head back into the stream, feeling the water cascading down her face, neck and body.

Although this shower felt much lonelier than the one she had just hours earlier.

She could feel every touch of Stiles' lips across every patch of skin, the slowly rising bruises of his perfect grip, on her hips and wrists. As she ran her hands over her body, she remembered everything.

Alex found herself almost moaning, at the feeling the way his warm breath had felt against her neck. The feel of his skin against hers, those perfectly soft plump lips, against her own.

The way they'd looked into one another's eyes when he had first touched her, the anger rolling off of the pair of them. Those fierce brown eyes of his, the determination as he dominated her body, mind body and soul, like no one, ever had.

All the hope in the world had her excited because she would see him again, it was something she couldn't wait for, to be in his arms again where she belonged and she would never leave again.

Alex knew that if anyone ever tried to hurt him she would lose her mind, so god help Theo when he threatens Stiles, which he will.

Turning off the shower she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body. Her plan would work, that much she would make sure of, as for Peter she had no choice but to trust him.

Alex had to put Stiles to the very back of her mind if she ever had a hope in hell of doing this. Which became all the more difficult as she passed the mirror, a smile spread across her lips as she caught sight of her reflection. She was practically branded, which if it had been anyone else she probably would of hit the roof.

It was Stiles though anything that could mark her had, dropping the towel she giggled, running her fingers over her skin. Since her shower, the marks were all the more obvious, much to her delight.

Then sudden panic struck her if Theo saw this, well it really wouldn't be hard to guess who had done it, he knew how Alex felt about Stiles, heck until tonight everyone except Stiles knew, but this would put in danger.

So she knew she needed to cover up, at least it was a cold night it wouldn't be too odd for her to cover up. It needed to believable that she was leaving Scott, Stiles and the pack behind.

Drying herself off she pulled on underwear, followed by one of her black turtlenecks and some simple jeans. Leather jacket and boots by the front door for when she had to leave.

Alex just hoped that if anything happened to her that, someone would do something. She wouldn't want Scott to change himself but a lot of the time he was a little too nice, even to the worst of people and that was okay. Alex wouldn't change anything about a single one of her friends, they were easily the best people she had ever known.

Checking the clock she realised she had just less than an hour until Peter came back to get her, Alex was a little pissed at herself for not getting any sleep, but she hadn't realised how fast the time had gone.

The memory of those long finger marks on her body kept snapping her out of her zone, causing her to unconsciously lick her lips at the memories. Too much was at stake to let her mind wander, she needed her eyes on the prize his dead body at her feet.

That thought had a very different smile pulling at her lips.

The plan was pretty much in place, both Alex and Peter knew their roles. Seeing car lights streaming through her window Alex checked the time but was shocked when she noticed the time. Peter knew not to be early, and she wasn't expecting her mum back for almost a week.

Surely it couldn't be Stiles he was fast asleep when she left, and he didn't have his jeep.

So it must have been Peter he was the only one she had been expecting, turning off her light she headed downstairs and pulled on her coat and boots.

Hearing a car door slam she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock. "No! You can't be here not now!" Alex squeaked, slamming the door closed and throwing her back against it.

Her breath coming out in rapid pants, this could not be happening, not now!

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missmarrypotter · 7 years ago

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I did not search for anything but i don’t mind what i found today

Writing stories kinda relaxes me so i thought i’d write some dabbles from time to time and use this acc for something else than just stalking and reading imagines 😂 Remember englisch is not my First language 😂💞😉

Scott Reed x OC

IMPORTANT :This Story takes place before Hannah Baker appears ✨ so Bryce and Monty will be mentioned so if that's a no for You don't read it :)

WARNINGS: alcohol!?, kissing?!😂

Who does not Like a good Party?! Well Lots of people actually but not the jocks from liberty high school. They were always hosting Parties. This Weekend there was a Party at the house of Bryce Walker, the probably richest of the jocks. At least talking about the money his family owned not necessarily talking about the social aspects. There were about 234 people in that house celebrating today's win over some other high school’s Baseball team. Zach Dempsey - a really really tall asian jock, Jeff Atkins - Liberty’s beautiful Star Athlete and Scott Reed - a Baseball Player with cheekbones sharp as a seashell had some Drinks in the kitchen, talking about their game and how Well they managed today as a girl stumbled in. “ Uhm… guys who is that?!” Scott asked his friends while slightly staring at her. He moved here 5 Month ago so he was still Meeting New people at every Party. She had pastel pink, waved hair with some lilac streaks and a dark brown hairline. Some strands just Fell into her face while the the Rest was tied into a messy bun. She slowly looked through the Kitchen somehow confused, maybe searching for something her amber colored eyes looking slightly tired and exhausted. When she saw the boys she smiled weakly and waved. The boys sheepishly smiled and Zach patted Scotts back saying: “ that’s my sisters Babysitter, Jeff’s Best friend and.. “ before he could finish Justin Foley - the Basketball’s Team Captain entered the room. Shirtless and smirking. “ oh… “ Scott sighted when he noticed the girl who caught his attention was wearing the missing shirt. Meanwhile that girl had made her way to the freezer where she found herself some massive Box of chocolate cookie Ice Cream. There she sat on the kitchen table happily eating the treasure she found and feeding every second spoon to a laughing Jeff. The smirking Justin grabbed himself a beer while high fiving Zach. “ Dude, Foley how hammered is she!?” Jeff asked while watching his Best friend trying to feed ice cream to the Cat that was pictured on the calendar hanging in the Wall next to the table while snorty giggling. The guys bursted into laughter watching her smearing the cream all over the picture. Damn alcohol?. After a few seconds Justin managed to answer: “ she drank some beer not much but then she found some brownies.. Guess extra Butter wasn't what made them that tasty” he shrugged. “ Oh dang she is so not good with Weed.. Luckily it never lasts long ” Jeff stated quietly laughing as he remembered his Bestie sitting in a circle with some stuffed animals explaining the female suffering while being on their period the last time she had some marijuana. Alcohol made her touchy, cuddly and just so cute but marijuana.. Oh Boy. Justin noticed the kinda creepy gazing Scott. He winked at Zach and nodded to the door signaling him to leaf Scott alone with her. “ Guys Bryce just texted me Sheri is going to get some More Alcohol and she needs some strong guys with her.. “ he lied. Jeff noticed their Plan and stepped towards Scott while having his girl piggyback riding him - brushing his hair with a fork.” On my way, Scotty You take care of my girl!” he instructed His friend while somehow managing to shake his backpack of himself and placing him next to his slightly overwhelmed Team mate. Quickly the three boys made their way outside, giggling Like some Kids that just did something their parents forbid. Scott awkwardly laughed before smoothly asking:” so… i’ m Scott Scott Reed, what's your Name?! “. “ Phee” was all he got as an answer After she managed to escape the spell his bluish-green eyes had over her. But it just sounded like some random weird giggle cause her laughter mixed with the answer. He laughed as well. “ what?!”. She inhaled some air and concentrated. “ Phee. That’s what i am called.” she began slowly, still a little mumbling, “ my full Name is Penelopee Ava O’ donnal but when Jeff was bout 2 years Old he just managed to say Phee and yeah.. It stayed with me” she explained while poking his side with her fork. He nodded. “ Sounds Like a long Ass friendship. That's cool. Jeff is such a cool cool guy.” he tried to Start a conversation. She jumped happily and nodded, “ Yeah he totally is, Justin, Zack, Monty and Jeff are the loveliest jocks i know, i know them since.. Almost always ” she told him very fast. He smiled. Seeing her that happy made his heart jump. “ And Justin is.. Is he your.” “ Boyfriend?!” she interrupted. “ no. Are we having Sex!? yes. But that's it, just two friends having a good time. I mean.. I sure love him. But just the way i love my other boys, i’m not really a relationship type of girl or at least i’ve never met someone who convinced me otherwise.. ” she cleared the circumstances. Scott sighed in relief. Well at least relieved about the not being Justin's Girlfriend . So he had a Chance. Something about her smile made his heart jup, her freckles made him want to trace them around her body with Kisses, he wanted to know her better. He wanted to know everything. Every good and Bad Detail about her life and herself. Did she think the Same way!? At least she looked at him as if she could or was it just the brownies!? As he watched her smile he noticed something. “ Woah are those Piercings?! “ He asked looking at what he First thought were dimples.” Yeah “ she grinned and stuck out her tongue revealing another Piercing.” So cool” he said amazed. “ Your parents were ok with that?!” he asked in disbelief. “ Well they believe in self determined parenting and they are gone for months quite often so… yep kinda” she shrugged. Her eyes were much brighter and fresher now so apparently the brownies started to fade away. “ How come i never met You even though You’re so close with the guys ?! “ he wanted to know. “ My parents took me with them to some of their Business Trips to Sweden four Month ago.. And I really liked it there so they convinced the school i could do some online schooling while traveling through scandinavia.. I came back two days ago “, she explained.” So cool!” he answered amazed. So the welcome Party the boys hosted for their friend who just came back had been for her. And he decided to practice with his dad as they asked him to come. What a shame. They talked Like that for a while. Telling each other about their families, their dreams, laughing together, drunk hugging, being touchy, drinking some more, walking around in this huge house and making fun of Bryce's Baby Photos. After a few hours and most of their friends leaving or passing out they went to take a walk to Phee’ s Home After they both got annoyed by the Couples making out at The Pool they decided to use the Pool at Phee’s Home instead. Her parents currently left for some Business in France and her brother decided to spend the night at his Boyfriends. Perfect night to bring some totally adorable stranger Home. After thirty minutes of walking they got to a house not as big as Bryce's of course but still pretty big. With some red roses in front of it. She turned around and looked at him excited. “ You afraid of dogs!?” she asked.” Nah, why?!” he wanted to know but right After his words he saw them as she opened the gate. Three massive Dogo Agentinos running towards them. He stumbled a step back and just watched the small girl being greeted by her cuddly giant guardians. They sat down next to her looking at Him with their wiggling tails. “ Woah not Bad… did You train them?!” he wanted to know kinda impressed.” My brother and I did, yeah. Those are Rosco, Desoto and Butternut” she introduced her babies. “ Not Hard to guess which Name You picked”, he laughed. She laughed with him Knowing it was not her idea to call the youngest one “Butternut”.She guided him to the Pool, the dogs waddling with them. They decided underwear swimming would be much cooler than putting on bathing Suits so they went in just their undies. After a while of fooling around Scott decided it was time to ask a question he was dying to ask since she forked Jeff’s hair:” so.. I know You are not really searching for a Boyfriend but is the idea of having a Boyfriend really that unthinkably to You!?” he said while swimming towards her and putting his Hands behind her neck playing with her hair, smiling at her softly. “I did not search for anything but i don’t mind what i found today , and I totally don't mind finding out if maybe i could be a Relationship Person After all..” she replied putting her fingers on his cheeks stroking them slightly, pulling him near her. “ I guess we will see” he whispered stroking his nose against hers before gently putting his lips on hers. He definitely was someone special and definitely worth the try.

Soo that's it 🤗 Hope some of You guys enjoyed it even though it's so short 😂✨ Tips and feedback are welcome all the time 🍀

#scott reed #13rw scott reed #13 reasons why #13rw #13rw imagine #13rw au #13rw headcanon #Justin Foley #monty de la cruz #jeff atkins #scott reed x OC #Own character #OC #zach dempsey

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julia-highstorms · 7 years ago

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The Third Park (Damien x OC (Ellie)) - Part 4

Summary: Damien takes Ellie on a night out drinking at his fave pub, Archer and Hopps... And of course it calls for the Nazario Chug!

Note: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. Damien is 100% human in here and Male!MC (Allen). Damien’s fc (Santiago Cabrera) gifs by @flynnomalleys and Ellie’s fc (Ni Ni) by @thanhpls. Link to previous parts

Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13 (language/alcohol)

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Word count: 3400

As he said, Damien worked the rest of the Monday and Tuesday too, until it was almost time to go meet with Eleanor. Although he tried to act normal, he would be lying if he said that he wasn't excited about it. It felt like years since he had been out on a proper date…

Wait. Was it a date?

No, they were just going to get a few drinks and chit chat.

...Hell, it sounded like a date.

Fuck.

Oh, whatever.

God, why was he feeling so nervous?

Since he lived close to Allen's apartment, he walked all the way there. He was approaching his friend's building when he saw a lone figure standing in front of it. When Eleanor saw him, she walked towards him, meeting him halfway.

"Good night." - she greeted him with a smile that made his heart leap a little.

"Good night. Uh… You look nice. Red really is your color." - she was wearing a simple red sweater and jeans, but she looked elegant anyway.

"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself. It's nice to see you sober for a change." - she chuckled as Damien rolled his eyes.

"Shall we?" - he offered her his elbow, which she accepted, an eyebrow raised.

"Charming. So, where are we going?"

"There's this nearby pub, Archer and Hopps. They serve great food there, besides drinks."

"Good, because I'm starving. Alright, lead the way!"

Chandeliers hanged from the ceiling, and there were classy leather booths lined across the room. As they entered the pub, the bartender called for Damien from behind the bar.

"Back already, Nazario? What are you moping about this time?" - but then, his eyes laid on the woman laughing next to Damien. - "Oh, this is new. It's been a while since you've come here accompanied." - Damien growled, wanting to disappear. The only other person who he brought there was Allen, more than two years ago. - "Nice to meet you, I'm Flynn."

"Eleanor, but you can call me Ellie." - she greeted him back. - "You didn't tell me you were a regular here, Damien." - she turned to him, squeezing his arm playfully, making the bartender laugh.

Damien's faced turned a shade pinker as he cleared his throat and asked for a drink:

"I would like a beer and a burger." - Flynn and Eleanor chuckled with his embarrassment. - "You?" - he asked her.

"Me too."

"Alright." - Flynn gave Damien their beers. - "Two burgers coming up. You two make yourselves comfortable."

Although it was a Tuesday night, the place was lively and packed, so they decided to sit in the stools by the bar counter, side by side.

"So you came here after Allen's and Nadia's weddings? To mope around?" - Damien sighed loudly. He knew she wouldn't let him get away from it.

"Yeah..." - he took a sip of his beer, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

When he put the bottle down, her hand squeezed his softly.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm being nosey again."

He let out a low sigh.

"No, it's okay. I should have gotten over it by now. Besides, I was pretty aware that things wouldn't work between me and him." - she nodded, letting him take it all out of his chest. - "And I did say that I would understand if he wanted to be just friends. But it's easier said than done. Hell, I've always said that emotions shouldn't get the better of us, and yet, look where I am… Still moping around, two years later."

Ellie kept holding his hand, her thumb massaging his knuckles. Nadia had told her that Damien had feelings towards Allen, but she didn't know that they were that strong. And that was why he looked so miserable during the wedding. She felt sorry for him.

She decided to change the subject. It was her own little mission to make Damien not think about Allen that night.

“So, you're a private investigator." - she said, drinking her own beer. He nodded. - "So this means that you’re paid to peep in other people’s lives? I don’t know if this is a dream job or an actual nightmare."

“You seem too much interested on my job.” - he arched an eyebrow. “Why?”

"Well, you're the first detective that I met and I'm a big fan of Agatha Christie." - she shrugged. - "But you don’t seem like a guy who cares much about what other people do or don’t, to be honest.” “And this is why I am so good at it.” - he answered and she saw a small grin tugging on the corner of his lips. That was a good sign. “Cocky. Alright, can you tell me which was your most interesting case?"

"Well… I was asked to take a look after a foreign royal who was having a forbidden affair with a 'commoner'—"

"Oh my God. Are you talking about King Liam of Cordonia?!" - Ellie beamed on her seat.

"I can't confirm you this. You know, private investigator conduct and everything." - she let out a frustrated sigh, making him chuckle. - "Why? Big fan of the royalty?"

"Are you kidding me?! I followed everything! Since they announced that there was an American suitor running for King Liam's hand during that social season! Then the leaked photos of Lady Riley and the other nobleman! Ugh, I can't wait for the royal wedding!" - Damien laughed with her excitement. She was cute. "Anyway, enough about my work. What about you? Did your boss send you new work to do? Or did she finally leave you alone?"

"I wish! My boss is always sending me more work to do. But I told her that I'll check everything on Monday, when I go back from my vacation. I've been too focused on my work for the last couple of years. I deserve a break."

"Bold move. But you're right."

"I know." - they clinked their beers as Flynn approached them with their food.

They'd been at Archer and Hopps for almost two hours. The burgers were long gone and there were a few empty drinks in front of them, both feeling a little lighter and happier. Their laughter filled the place.

“I still can’t believe they’re both married to robots!“ - Eleanor laughed hysterically as if that was the joke of the century. - “Oh my God." - she looked at Damien with wide eyes. - "Is the sex that good?”

“Don’t look at me. I have no idea how it is and I’m not planning on finding that out.” - but she kept murmuring to herself:

“...Must be it. I mean, Nadia is more traditional when it comes about love and sex and she had been let down countless of times by douchebags before. So I kind of understand why she fell so fast and hard for Steve, her 'Perfect Match', since he was entirely and exclusively designed for her. Allen, on the other hand, I've always kind of knew that he's more adventurous... I know what he meant when he said that he did some experiments during college involving handcuffs... but I’ve never thought he was that open, you know? To the point to marry a robot. And that he was so kinky.” - suddenly, her eyes laid on the man next to her again. - “What if the robots.... vibrate down there? They must have some kind of, I don’t know, an erotical device there!” - Damien couldn't hold back a laugh with her wonder.

“Are you curious now? Do you want to try it?”

“Hell no.” - she grabbed her beer and turned it down.

“Why not? Maybe you should be more open-minded. Like your cousins.”

“Please. I’ve watched enough movies to know that robots and humans are not a good thing to be together. Besides, I’m just into humans.”

“Oh yeah?” - Damien didn’t notice that he scooped closer to her. She nodded, her brown eyes darker, a side smile on her lips. - “What kind of human?”

“I don't know..." - she shrugged. - "I like to let my options open.”

“And are you seeing any human at the moment?”

Wow. Real subtle, Damien.

“No. I’ve been super single for almost two years now. Just random hookups with strangers at bars...” - she shrugged again. - “The last ‘relationship’ that I had was with this girl named Eva. We’ve been dating for a few months when I found out that she was taking my money without my consent. Of course I broke up with her. And before her I dated this dude who cheated on me with my neighbor. One day I was going to work and he walked out of the door from the other side of the hall. Jerk. And he tried to tell me that she was her cousin! But my neighbor heard it and then we both broke up with him at the same time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“That’s okay, it was a long time ago, anyway.” - Ellie shrugged. - “What about you? Seeing someone?”

He let out a low chuckle.

“I wish. But I had my fair share of bad relationships, too."

"Oh yeah, Nadia told me about an ex-girlfriend of yours, this Interpol agent that helped you all take down Eros... Alana, right?”

"Dammit, Nadia. What else did she tell you?"

"Everything, I believe. Allen invited Alana to the wedding but she didn’t came...”

“Thank God.”

“I know she’s your ex... but why? You didn’t want to see her again? Allen respected her, even after that ‘betrayal’.”

“Allen is more forgiving than me. I guess you’re aware of that.”

She nodded, letting out a sigh.

“What a shame. I was looking forward to meet her. She sounded interesting. And gorgeous. Nadia showed me a picture of her. You were a very good looking couple. Can I meet her someday?”

“If you think I’ll introduce you to her, then you must be dreaming. Alana is dangerous.”

“I’m a grown up woman, 'D'." - she called him the nickname Nadia gave him. - "I know how to take care of myself.”

“Okay, if you happen to meet her, don’t come crying to me after she breaks your little heart, 'Ellie'.”

She giggled, leaning closer to him, her eyes longing on his.

“Hey...” - her breath was hot against his skin. - “help me.” - before Damien could know what was happening, he felt Eleanor's hand on one of his forearms to steady herself as she stood up from her seat. - “Wait for me. I need to freshen up.” - and she wobbled towards the toilet.

Eleanor was back after a few minutes, and Damien wondered if she brushing her body against his was by accident or not, when she went back to the stool next to him. “Okay, I’m back! Where were we?”

"Hey you two. Having fun?" - Flynn approached them, pouring two shots of dark rum for each of them.

"Oh my God..." - Damien muttered, knowing what was about to happen.

"What is this?" - Eleanor asked, curious about the deck of cards the bartender put on the counter, next to their drinks.

"I introduce you the Nazario Chug. Damien will tell you how it works." - the man grinned and slipped away.

"Nazario Chug? You have a game named after you?" - she asked, trying to not laugh at his face.

"Why? Feeling intimidated that I'll win?" - Eleanor concluded that Damien was already fully under the influence of the alcohol, based on his stupidly charming cocky grin.

"Hell no! Bring it on!" - she shouted, rubbing her hands against each other, excitedly. Damien chuckled and explained her how the game worked:

"You take the top card. Black means dare, red means truth. If you fail or want to dodge your task, you drink according to the number on the card. Ready?" - Eleanor flipped the first card. Seven of Hearts. - "Truth. When you went all the way to my house to ask me for Allen's password... Was it just an excuse to see me?" - she chuckled.

“Well, I actually needed that password. But… I won't lie that I liked to see you again. I wanted to get to know you better.” - she said, her eyes glancing on his lips.

"Me too." - they leaned closer, drawn to each other. They kept staring at each other for a minute, before Ellie pulled out and drank a shot (even though she had already played her turn):

"Hey, it's your turn, D." - she bumped her shoulder against his, playfully.

He flipped the next top card.

"Truth again." "Alright. So, is this a date? Or what?"

"I don't know. What do you think it is?" - he answered, with a smirk.

"Hey, it's not me who has to answer this question, it's you, Mr. Nazario. Or you answer it or you take four shots now."

"Well, I'll say that this is a date, then. What do you think about it?"

"If you say so..." - she chuckled, flipping another card.

"Nine of Clubs, and black means Dare. Finally." - he said with a satisfying and devilish grin.

"Oh no!" - Ellie shouted, laughing loudly. - "Alright, shoot."

"I dare you to go to the restroom and come out again and pretend you're so drunk that you end up bumping on the first person that you meet."

"What? This is stupid. What if this person get mad at me and I end up in trouble? Why would you want this?"

"Don't worry about it, if someone wish to start a fight, I'll be there to intervene. Now go. Unless you're a coward..."

Those were the right words, because Ellie simply stood up (after taking a shot for encouragement) and marched to the restroom. Damien watched her walking out of it a few seconds later, wobbling around.

She bumped hard on a man leaning against a wall nearby. She pretended to almost fall, but he grabbed her quickly, steadying her again.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" - she shouted a little too loud, so Damien could hear it. He held a laugh back. She clearly was forcing it. - "Are you okay?!"

"I'm good. What about you?" - the dark haired man on a leather jacket answered her. - “My name’s Jax, by the way.” - he answered with a grin. A grin full of second intentions to Damien’s opinion.

“I'm good too, Jax.” - clearly Ellie appreciated the man right in front of her, since she started playing with her own hair and leaned closer to him. - “Thank you for saving me...” - Damien walked towards them in a few hurried paces. He tried to be both gentle and firm when he put his hand on her shoulder.

“Ellie.” - he said, his eyes locked on the man in front of him.

“D!” - she shouted happily, throwing her arms around his shoulder. - “Come meet my new friend and savior, Jax! Jax, this is my other not so new friend, Damien!”

“Nice to meet you.” - Jax said, smiling at him.

“Likewise. We have to go now.” - he turned to her.

“Already? I thought we could have some fun with Jax here… What do you think, Jax?”

“It would be nice.” - he answered, his smile widening. Damien didn’t like the way his eyes shined.

“I’m sorry, we have to go know. We have a place to go, do you remember it, Ellie?” - Eleanor wanted to protest, but then Damien put his arm around her waist protectively, pulling her closer.

And she wanted him to do it the whole night, and he was calling her her nickname (yep, she knew it was a way to show Jax that he was closer to her than he was), and his body was so hot against hers… That she thought to herself 'okay, girl, some nights you just can't have everything. Or everyone'.

“Oh, okay. You’re right. I’m sorry, we gotta go." - she said, leaning closer to Damien's embrace. - "But maybe another night, Jax.” - she smiled mischievously at him.

“I’d like that.” - Damien definitely didn’t like the way that man looked at her. It was almost predatory. Damien pulled Eleanor away before she could say goodbye to her “new friend”.

"Alright, enough about this game tonight." - he whispered as they headed towards the pub's door.

"Why? I was starting to like it! Maybe Jax could join us..." - Ellie kept talking, teasingly.

"This is out of question."

He paid for their dinner, said goodbye to Flynn and pulled Eleanor outside the pub, his hand still on the small of her back.

“You know, jealousy is not a very attractive feature, 'Big D'. You ruined my night with that gorgeous ma—”

“Who told you?” - he asked abruptly, pulling away from her.

“What?” - Ellie immediately missed his touch. God, was she that touch deprived?

“The nickname.”

He saw a devilish grin spreading on her face.

“Nadia, of course.”

“I’ll kill her when she’s back...” - he muttered to himself. He went on a night out with Nadia and Allen and might have drunk a little too much and said that he liked to call himself “Big D” when he was younger... because of that stupid and weird fixation that boys had with their own dicks. Yes. And Nadia never let him hear the end of it. - “Anyway, it’s late. I’ll walk you home.”

They chatted all the way to Allen’s apartment, arm in arm.

“Well, that was it. Just another glimpse of a New Yorker experience: the Nazario edition.” - he said, as they stopped in front of the red bricks building.

“That was fun. Thank you for spending your time with me, D. I know you have real work to do and it’s not babysitting me. So I mean it when I say thank you.”

“It’s no problem at all. And I’d like to thank you too. For being patient with me and listening to me whining.”

“It’s okay, I was told before that I’m a great listener.” - he chuckled.

“Have people told you that you’re conceited too?”

“A couple of times, I guess.” - they shared a laugh. - “But this never stopped them from liking me.”

She dangerously approached him, with that mischievous shine on her eyes and that sly grin that he knew too well by now. Damien knew that he should turn around and go away.

Don’t get involved with another Park.

But, hell, he should have done it the day before, and here they were. Walking back from a date.

It seemed that he was unable to reasoning when Eleanor Zhou was around.

Before he knew it, he felt her lips on his cheek, bringing him back to his senses. He looked at her, and for the first time she had this coyly smile on her beautiful face. Seeing that he didn’t pulled out, Ellie closed the distance between them, cupping her hands around Damien’s face and leaned in, kissing his mouth this time.

He hesitated for a single second, before his lips kissed her back hungrily, almost desperately, as his arms pulled her close by her waist, pressing her body tightly against his. Her hands were already on his hair, pulling it possessively and excitedly, while she deepened the kiss. She let out a low groan against his lips, that made his blood boil.

“...I’ve been thinking of doing this since you cornered me on the wedding.” - he said when they needed air, his voice sounding hoarse.

“To be honest, me too. Took you long enough, D.” - she whispered back as her hands rested on his firm chest, feeling his heart beating fast and hard, like hers. - "...I better go now. Good night." - the sensation of his warmth enveloping her as he held her was nice, but she pulled out of his embrace, after a last peck.

"Aren't you going to let me in…?"

"If we were in my house… Yeah. But this is Allen's apartment. Wouldn't it be... weird?"

Fuck. She was right.

"We could go to my flat..." - she let out a loud laugh.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Well, you're a fucking tease. You think I didn’t notice that you’ve been teasing me the whole night? Touching me ‘innocently’ and flirting with a stranger right in front of me.”

“Well, if I didn’t do it, you would have never kissed me.”

...She was right again. Fuck, was he that obvious? Or was is because she could read him so well?

“You’re an evil woman, Ellie. Do you know that? Making me all worked up like this to leave me alone in the end." - she giggled again.

"Take a cold shower, Nazario." - she patted his shoulder before walking indoors and leaving him alone in the street.

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When I Met You | Chapter 5

teamiplier x oc, angst/platonic/romantic

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“If there’s an upside to free falling, it's the chance you give your friends to catch you.” -Meredith Grey

Father's Day.

Bella was invited to join Jimena and her father for lunch in Indio, one of the many desert cities in this valley. Bella was also invited to Aria’s parents’ house in Cathedral City, the neighboring town from Palm Springs. It was still early in the morning, she didn't have to decide anything yet.

This was never a problem in the past. In her last relationship, her boyfriend's father was on the other side of the country, so an in-person celebration couldn't happen. But what would she have done if there was? Would she have just let them off by themselves? Would she have just wallowed by herself?

Wallowing felt like the thing to do, even if Bella knew she shouldn’t. Every other day of the year, she was almost perfectly fine about not having her parents around. She got that gross, irritable feeling only on Mother’s and Father’s Day, her birthday, their birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. Not to mention that mini depressive episode that comes during those last three holidays. Other than that, she knew she was better off without her parents. Or any of her relatives, really.

Bella spent the morning at an AA meeting. She wasn't the only one triggered by today's holiday, and it was both sad and comforting. At least she wasn't alone, but it also sucked that other nice people had to go through the same things she did.

Afterwards, she went to Aria’s apartment at The Modern Cactus. If that wasn't the most desert aesthetic name for an apartment building…

Aria already had plans, as it seemed. When Bella stepped into the studio apartment, she found Aria in her workout clothes, a grey sports bra, matching grey leggings, and black Nikes. She was in the middle of taking selfies in front of her large, full body mirror.

“I'm gonna teach a Zumba class today,” she said excitedly. “You should come!”

Bella tried not to look uninterested. “Aren't you gonna vlog it, though? Sounds like something you'd put on your channel.”

“I do need a camera person.” Aria smiled hopefully. “Please? That way, you don't even have to participate! I know you don't like exercise!”

“Fine…”

It kept Bella’s mind busy. Once she and Aria got to the studio on the other side of town, Bella was glad she didn't stay at the apartment. She would have been alone, with Aria busy and Jimena at work. Being alone was still pretty dangerous. Especially today.

The Zumba class was full of high energy and a lot of cheering women. Aria really knew how to motivate a group. They all “danced" to a mix of fun, upbeat songs, some in English and others in Spanish. It looked like a fun type of exercise. If Bella wasn't so shy (and more appropriately dressed) she may have joined in.

Just being around a group of motivated people and listening to exciting music boosted Bella's mood. Even after the class ended, Aria had music bumping and she was dancing like nobody’s business.

That was why Bella liked her so much. Aria had this sweet, bubbly presence wherever she went. It was easy to be around her, and she took in Bella without a second thought. Although, she was the one who pushed Bella to call her LA friends, too. She was also very good at taking Bella’s mind off things when everything was too much.

Bella owed Aria so much.

“So you’re going to dinner, right?” she asked when they got back to the apartment. “You got anything for me to clean? Laundry that needs doing? Ikea furniture to build?”

Aria plopped down in the armchair, her feet barely touching the ground. “Maybe I’ll finally get that dining table… then you can build it for me so I don’t have to call my dad.”

“I’ll be your daddy, don’t worry.”

“You can’t even hold me up against the wall. And I’m a lot smaller than you. And you’ve been doing all of my bidding since you got here. What were you again?”

Bella only blushed.

Vidcon.

“You know, even if you show up unannounced, they’ll probably find a place for you,” Aria said as she closed the trunk of her car. “You’re one of their favorites, after all.”

It was that time of year again. One of the most fun and anxiety inducing events of the year was happening in Anaheim, and Bella was going to miss it for a second time. Honestly, she was a little upset about it, despite making the decision not to go all on her own. Her manager/publicist, Sonji, strongly advised to make an appearance at Vidcon, because lately, Bella’s YouTube content and lack of activity on other platforms had been seen as something to worry about in the eyes of the Internet. Going to Vidcon would be a way to diffuse the speculation, especially since Bella did not want the public to know what had happened and where she had gone.

At the same time, Bella was not ready for a loud, chaotic convention. She was not ready to sit behind some curtains and make small talk with other creators. While she did have fun meeting her subscribers, that was always the only highlight. Everything else was just a threat to her sobriety, especially since the anniversary was right around the corner. Bella did not want to risk that. That was why she didn’t go last year.

There was also the fear that her friends that were going (Jack, Mark, Amy, Tyler - the whole crew) would be angry if Bella just waltzed in like nothing had happened three months ago. They would ask questions. They already were, the main one being, “Are you going to Vidcon?” They were going to grill her, and then one of them would report back to Ethan. It would get back to him no matter what.

But really, what was the bigger risk for Bella? Her sobriety or her ex?

“We’ll have our own con,” Jimena said as she threw her arm around Bella. “Something chill.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” Aria said with a chuckle. “Bella, remember you can stay in my apartment all you want. Just behave yourself, especially on my bed.”

Bella snorted, immediately flustered. So maybe the things that went down in this valley weren’t exactly innocent.

“Hey, it’s my weekend with her!” Jimena said, now holding Bella in both arms. “We’re going on a road trip!”

“San Diego!” Bella half cheered, wanting to be modest about her excitement. She looked at Aria. “Just have as much fun as you can. And remember, you haven’t heard from me, and you don’t know where I am.”

Aria nodded and then got into her car. Jimena and Bella stood in the parking lot and watched her go.

“So, is Vidcon the same as Tanacon?” Jimena asked.

It was easy to keep a secret when you weren’t around the people you’re supposed to keep the secret from. As soon as Aria was in her hotel room in Anaheim, everything that had happened in the last three months built up in her throat. This was probably a bad idea.

Of course, Sophie was the first person to come and visit her. They hadn’t seen each other in months. There was much to catch up on.

It was times like these that Aria was glad her friend was a chatterbox. She had to think of how to cut Bella out of the things she had been doing lately. There were plenty of things Aria had to share with her best friend. She didn’t realize how hard it would be to hide something this big.

All she had to do was survive the weekend, right?

“Dan and Phil are gonna wanna hang out,” Sophie mentioned in a way-too-casual tone.

After all this time, those two British guys still rubbed Aria the wrong way. So much, in fact that she forgot about the girl hiding in her apartment.

She couldn't pretend like she didn't know Dan and Phil were going to be here. She knew exactly what was going to happen this Vidcon. Aria was trying to be the bigger person, but she was still salty.

“I hope you have fun with them,” she replied, chipping at her black nail polish.

Sophie scoffed. “Dude, it's been four years.”

“I know.”

“I think you need to find another person. Maybe if you get into a new relationship, you'll stop being mad at them.”

And now Aria was thinking about Bella. That wasn't a relationship by any means. Neither of them really wanted that. But it did clear Aria’s mind, and answer some questions. It also showed that Aria had definitely moved on from Dan, emotionally and physically. But the things she went through with him towards the end, the way he treated her and shunted her off to the side… She didn't want it to stay with her, but it did.

“I just think there's always going to be a part of me that just can't stand them.”

“But you're gonna be on a panel with them.”

Aria sighed. “Yup.”

At least Dan and Phil’s presence kept her mind away from Bella. At least all of Vidcon focused on Aria’s dance performance with Chachi Gonzales at the opening panel. At least Aria made it through her panel alright.

Then came the part where she and Sophie had to wait behind some curtains for their meet and greet. Sophie had gone to find snacks and water, while Aria stayed behind on one of the only free sofas. It was the second day of the convention and Aria was proud that she hadn't drank vodka and spilled the tea.

She was scrolling through her phone, looking at the tweets following her panel. Even to this day, people who had Dan and Phil as their profile pictures attacked her for no good reason. Although, it had been a while since her mentions turned into a shitstorm. It only happened when she was near the Larry of YouTube.

“Why is areola even there??” said one tweet. There was a screenshot from the panel stream. Aria was sharing a couch with Dan and Phil, and in the extra chair was Jenna Marbles. No one had a problem with her.

“Because I was invited to be on the panel and I said yes. Also thanks for the new nickname,” Aria typed back. After sending that tweet, she changed her Twitter name to Areola Mercer.

As if on cue, Sophie returned not bearing sustenance, but people. Aria looked up and found Sean and Signe right beside her blonde best friend. It starts now.

“Hey guys!” Aria happily greeted as she stood up to hug them. Did she know the couple well enough to hug them? Probably not, but everyone did it at Vidcon.

Sophie took the seat next to Aria while Sean and Signe sat in the sofa across from them. They all fell into conversation, though Aria tried to remain distracted by her phone in order to keep herself from puking out the secret. She barely knew Bella’s best friend, yet she felt so guilty about hiding something this big from him.

Of course, they got to the subject of Bella’s absence. Sophie was there the day Bella disappeared, she was in full panic mode over it. More reasons to feel guilty; Aria was hiding something from her own best friend.

“Have you guys heard from her?” Sophie asked the couple. “Is she even coming?”

Sean shook his head. “She said she’s about to fall off the wagon. Needs time.”

“She hasn’t gone back to LA yet?” Signe asked.

“Nope!” Sophie sounded annoyed. “If she’s struggling, why wouldn’t she just come back to us? She needs people to help her right? We’re that help!”

Aria finally spoke, and it was from the heart. “Some people prefer to heal on their own. Or, they at least prefer to clean up the wounds first.”

“That’s Bella,” Sean agreed. “But still, it’s not really fair that’s she’s shutting us out, shutting me out. If she told me where she was, I wouldn’t tell. Have you guys seen her Instagram, though?”

Aria almost felt bad up until that last question. Of course Sean was reading into Bella’s social media activity. Who wouldn’t?

“Here we go.” Signe sighed.

“You guys have any idea where she’s been?” Sean asked the other two girls. “Maybe she’s in her hometown? I forget the name, but it’s not too far from here.”

Act natural, act normal! Don’t! Be! Suspicious!

“Palm Springs?” Sophie was a little skeptical. “How can you tell? All her Instagram photos are just makeup things, and all her selfies are in front of blank backgrounds.”

“I don’t know, just a guess. Can’t imagine she would have wanted to get on a plane anywhere.”

Now it made good sense why Bella didn’t film at Aria’s apartment, even though it was more convenient. Their friends would recognize the space and figure it out. Aria had to admit, Sophie couldn’t keep quiet sometimes. Given that she was really anxious to know where Bella was only proved that she wouldn’t keep it to herself if she knew. Sean was anxious too, naturally. He was Bella’s best friend, and he lived so far away. He probably wanted to see her here at Vidcon just to make sure she was okay. Aria would have felt the same way, but she made a promise, and she understood Bella’s side of things more.

Bella didn’t want anyone to see her pain. She wanted to find herself without having to see her ex around. She wanted to be away for a while. She had every right to want that.

“What if we got like, a private investigator?” Sophie wondered.

“Why?” Aria asked, bewildered.

“Well, she calls every now and again,” Signe pointed out. “We know she’s alive, and I think she just wants to be left alone to recuperate.”

“Guys, sh, sh!” Sean suddenly nodded towards the end of the hall, where two people were coming their way.

It was Bella’s ex-boyfriend, Ethan, and his best friend, Kathryn. On one hand, Aria was glad to stop talking about Bella, but she also got more nervous now that Ethan had joined the party.

Aria and Ethan had seen each other at a few parties. Interaction was minimal between them. They also had the common ground of Bella’s New Year Intervention 2k17. Clearly, that wasn’t something you could build a friendship on. Aria just knew him as Bella’s boyfriend up until three months ago.

Now, Ethan was dangerous territory, given that Aria was hiding his ex-girlfriend in her apartment. Although, he was the one to end things between them, so would he care if he found out? Was Aria even allowed to act salty on behalf of Bella? She never gave off the impression that they were close, online and off.

“Why is it so quiet?” asked Kathryn. “Was there tea?”

“No tea here,” Signe replied.

There was not excited greetings this time. Maybe Ethan met with them earlier. Or things were really that awkward over Bella.

The latter was proven wrong when the group fell into a conversation. Ethan gushed about the meet and greet he just had. He seemed to really like his viewers. Must be nice.

“Everyone was really nice and respectful,” he said, smiling.

“How many people asked you to vore them?” Sean asked in return.

Ethan chuckled. “Surprisingly, none. I don’t know what I’d do if someone actually asked me that.”

Aria, still mildly salty, bitterly replied, “I’d rather people ask me that than why I’m here at all.”

It wasn’t really because of Ethan. Aria just had her own problems regarding the YouTube community.

“Are people actually saying that to you?” Signe asked, surprised.

“Uh, yeah. I try to block it out, but it happens almost every Vidcon.”

“That sucks,” Ethan said.

“Some people say that to me too,” Kathryn added. “It’s really their problem they got a stick up their ass.”

Aria nodded in agreement.

On the bright side, she had found people to stick with while Sophie hung out with Dan and Phil. On the down side, it was people who wanted to know where Bella was. Aria wasn’t sure how she survived.

Bella was always weirdly open with her audience. She talked about personal and intimate things about her life. She opened up about her anxiety and depression. She talked about her sexuality, she spoke about cutting ties with her family. Obviously, there were darker things that she hadn’t talked about, but she planned to talk about them in the future. She was thinking of sharing all of these bad things in the hopes that it would help someone out there going through similar things.

That being said, did posting a Boomerang of her current location count as a way of being helpfully open? Did showing some beautiful woman’s legs and platform clad feet surrounded by singles somehow show that it was okay to indulge sometimes? Bella thought so. At least for now.

While she wasn’t drinking, Bella certainly felt drunk on the music and the dance that Jimena bought for her. Let’s just say that Bella would not hear Little Mix’s “Down & Dirty” the same way ever again.

“So it’s Ladies’ Night,” Jimena told her over the loud music, “so no dick appointments for you! What about the blonde with the buzz cut over there?” She pointed to a woman on the other side of the bar.

Bella was glad the neon lights didn’t show how red her face was. Yes, everything was very exciting and liberating, but hooking up with a drunk stranger was not exactly ideal. It happened every now and again in Palm Springs, specifically people who would come and go to AA meetings…

“If you can find out if she’s sober or not, we’ll see,” she told Jimena.

However, they both saw the blonde not only down some shots, but also do a line of coke. San Diego is fun.

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